My ribcage is hollow
Wallpapered in dust and cobwebs
Moths push the air in my lungs
They are torn curtains
Collapsing over where the dilapidated muscles which used to function
When did this happen?
When did my body fail me?
Or was it me who betrayed my body first?
My mind since 11 tore open flesh
It cut fragile skin
Scratched until blood blisters freckled my legs and arms
Blue undertones were drowned in red
White skin became scarlet
Bathroom floors wiped frantically
As my mind tore in two
My personality became shattered glass
My body was the only part still whole
It lumbered through the crying
It took the beatings my father bestowed
It stood strong as my mind broke
And now when it fails me
It becomes paralysed
I wonder what happened?
Even when it gave warnings
Screaming in the car unable to move
The pain of being torn through
I thought my stomach would rip my ribs open
And burst out like a fish in a child's hands
It still weathered
It stomached the vodka
It inhaled the cocaine
It shielded me from summer 2015
It grew alone and suffering
Because I could not weather the storms
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Dog Collar
PoetryA collection of poetry. This ranges from love to abuse, nothing is pretty or perfect but wholeheartedly honest. This just a processing of life events that otherwise I couldn't explain.
