Exposed

Questioned

I don't know why you even tried. I really can't fathom. The pieces of you aren't fitting in my mind anymore because you took those sweet memories I can't refuse to hold onto. You took them and mangled them. I looked up to you, I still do, and now I just don't know how to think anymore. My mind is clogged. It hurts to inhale now that I know what you tried to do. What you almost tore from my small clutching hands. I've been holding onto these memories so tightly that my skin has nail rivets scarring my palms. I feel skinned, inside out, lightheaded, with tooth marks carved along the insides of my cheeks, and I punched so many walls my knuckles have been put through a meatgrinder. The wounds never hurt more than in the process of bandaging.

I've become transparent. Everyone around me watches as my stomach knots itself. Tying and tying and no tries to help or stop my acidic guts from adhering onto the inside of my skin and dissolving me from the inside out. Passersby are paralyzed by the show.

I am mesmerizing their empty minds with the pain you caused. They aren't uncomfortable by the physicality of it yet they stop still the moment my mind becomes as transparent as the rest of me. My thoughts project onto the blank dirty white wall in front of me. The emotions come back. I feel so sad. So empty. My clear skin shows it too. I begin to cry and you can see the outward to tears graze over the Inward arteries and organs seeping in the crevices between bones.