This paralyzing daze possesses my body,
these tears bruise the outside of my cheeks,
I am no longer controlling my body
and I find myself many miles from home
questioning how I got there
but before I can think of a single memory
I'm falling to the cold ground
I somehow know so well
and when I look up
I see a face
I carved into my skin years ago,
a friend nobody else could see but me
and all over again
I get to know the way their jagged skin
hangs off of their body
and all over again
they get to know how my scarred skin
hangs off of my body.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
