This skeleton is hand me down
And my skin is borrowed
I limp like my grandma
I feel the pain of her bruises
When my throat swells up
I know that's my mother
Her anger now my own
When I see nothing but red
I can't control fists flying
That's my father's temper
When I lie
Even though there was no need
That's my grandpa's character
Because that's all I am
I am nothing
But flaws put together
Whatever is left of you
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PoesieScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
