Silver Spoon

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I missed the way you talk

Ramble 

Vent

Suppressed emotion poured out of that bottle

Spilling out of your lips

Was it the anxiety 

Or the whiskey

That made you burst


Tears ran down your face

But they weren't salty

They were sweet

Beautiful 

Glass

Reflections of those hazy memories 

Cold 

Yet memorable 

For their hostile dinners

Shouting matches

Hot hands wringing around taught skin


I'm choking

Please stop

Please let me go

I'm tired 

I'm trying to sleep

No matter how many times I close my eyes

I can't stop picturing

Those haunting eyes


Please let me go

I'm trying to run from the past

But you keep crawling back

On disfigured limbs

Dislocated shoulders 

Slithering past all the walls I had built

To keep you out


How many bricks crumbled

Just to fuel your hunger

Stop raping me

My soul is mine and not a chew toy

For your calloused hands

And talon teeth 

I'm not an object

I am my own


You'll never break me

But I'm definitely cracked


That's when I woke up

I realized that you weren't beautiful any more 

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⏰ Last updated: May 30, 2020 ⏰

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