bullying. something you do to me. i never say anything because i admire the attention. i admire the feeling- or lack of feeling it gives me. when your legs hit my stomach it makes me smile, i feel the blood rush up my throat. my smile weak as you kick me until my vomit is beside me, the yellows, greens, and browns mixed with the lovely red color. the all too familiar color to me. our peers gathered around as you continued to beat me. my eyes shut. relief flooding my bones. maybe i'll die.
~awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
Poesiadeep down, we're all capable of unspeakable acts. highest ranking /// •58 in poetry
