Eat me,
eat and rip into my liver,
Drown in my blood and imperfections,
Kill and gut me from the inside out,
Search for remains of the little girl who is me before she is too shaken to move,
Before she is to traumatised to eat like I am,
Before she fully resents her father like I do.
Search for her with a torch and knife,
A teddy's head of who's name I have forgotten on the tip of the knife to invite her close to hold her.
Save her so she can continue her childhood,
To save her from uncertainty.
—death
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poetry
Poetrypoems of mine, some I write in the moment, Some as confessions, some as things held close to me- this is my story, my story which I share with cautiousness. Full disclosure!! : references of abuse, trauma, self Harm, suicide, and depression.
