i've mistaken the flame hot water
you gave me
as a sort of drink you awarded me for
being the good child i was
even as it burned my tongue
and turned my cheeks so red
that i could taste blood from inside
i have foolishly believed
insults were meant as a compliment
not even minding the stones hidden
inside your fists
as i was hoping
they were candies
not until you shouted
when i learned to wake up
from this dream
emerging from
reality's realm
the words stung
and hit me in a blow
while i realized i was
wallowing into pity
disguising it
in a pathetic illusory
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
