trigger warning- domestic violence
your vocal cords tremble with every poisonous word you omit. your lovely lips form ugly words, the subtle pastel pink that is your mouth sprinkling me with spittle. your teeth gleam like newly polished daggers, threatening to bite. your narrowed eyes search mine as every lash that adorns your lid sparkles with salty water. the subtle pastel blue of your eyes darken with disgust as you disarm me. defenseless, I stagger, tripping over your lies and 2 AM ramblings. where did you go? the lover I knew is gone, stolen by the empty shell claiming to be you. the subtle pastel yellows and blues blossom among my paper skin like the flowers you gave me after our first argument. as I clutch my wounded nose, bright red dripping through my fingers, I realized the hatred I had for the subtlest of pastels. I preferred the bright explosion of colors I saw before I collapsed to the floor, my bruised body finally giving in to the darkness.
YOU ARE READING
SOFTIE
Puisisure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
