Broken Poetry

Hunter and the Grave

Hunter and the Grave

Anger fuses through my veins, taking action against my flesh, burning it at a bright red. My voice rings loud, carrying a bark to my bite as I scream and yell at my mother, tears of anger flowing down my cheeks. I grab my bag as she screams for me to leave, to get out of her sight, and I grab my father's change jar then storm out of the house without looking back. $1,000 and a phone is all I have as I run through the small city streets, crying and pulling the hood of my sweater over my head to cover my face.

    Bruises and cuts lay under my skin, poisoned by the evil words my mother spewed to my face. Spells and potions of "go kill yourself" and "you're only a burden" run through my veins, burning my thoughts and enraging me even more.

    Running and running, I never stop until I reach the familiar door of my best friends house. Knocking on it twice, it opens and the questions spill from within the walls. The tears choke down my words as she leads me in, closing the door behind me.

    I keep my story to myself as I unpack my small luggage into the room I basically live in. I've been here too many times to count, and here I am with family. Real, family.

    Laying under the cold covers, my life begins anew. Kicked from the place I've always called home, and tossed around with verbal pain, I begin a fresh start when the sun rises.

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    On my hands and knees, the leash gives me no room to run so I merely bite it off and take flight away from such hideous treatment. Verbal words hurt. They hurt me beyond repair, and as I roll out of bed, my hair in a tangled mess, I remember all the things you said to me. I remember the nights of long fighting and crying, the days of tension hanging thickly in the air. I remember your voice as it crawls upon my skin, biting into my flesh and burning me from below the skin and bone.

    Sluggishly, I move to get up, the crisp, cold air fills my lungs and makes me shiver. Pushing the weather aside, I brush my hair and borrow some of Pearl's clothes.

    Pearl... she never fails to enlighten me with her support. With my life being so chaotic and her life being so peaceful, it was at an unlikely chance that we would cross paths, but I'm forever grateful that we did. She never asks for an explanation unless I am willing to speak, and she never ceases to amaze me with her capabilities. I do not deserve such a friend.

    She is small and skinny, slightly underweight, but only because she is vegan and doesn't eat very much. Her hair is a mass of blonde curls, and her eyes shine like emerald moons in the sky. She was the exact opposite of me, yet we managed to piece our friendship together.

    I looked into the mirror, tired and grumpy stared back, holding my dead gaze.

    Fresh start of the morning, bacon and eggs filled my lungs. I guess this is a new life, a new family, and a new me.

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    As I ate, I couldn't help but fight back tears. Emotions to great spilled from my eyes and came out in the form of sorry cries. I missed her one minute, and hated her the next. She was my mother, the one who raised me to be me, the one who fought me how to walk, talk and be polite to those around me. Yet, she was also the one who broke me after I continuously built myself back up. She knocked down my walls and opened my doors only to let the beasts and monstrous evils in. With my heart impaled by the stake of my mother, I cried the blood that has been spilled from within, and in anger, I finished my meal, and took off down the road with a kiss on the cheek from Pearl's mother and my backpack in tow.

    The area was still dark, but the sun was slowly waking. I followed the howls of the moon, and passed several shady people, this part of town was not the best.