Inner Child Speaks
Shocking ... really shocking!
That's my blood
splatter on the floor!
My vital-life-juice,
spilling over my eyelid,
clumping my long lashes
tracing my sad cheek
into the side crack
of my lips prompting
my tongue to stick out
to investigate, tasting
sweet zincky blood
about to drip off
my quivering chin.
So unbelievable,
in your hand, a
shiny shard of glass
ready to strike like
a vicious viper again.
Woman,
why did you hurt me...
split my skin open,
gouge me with glass.
Are you compos mentis?
Clearly not!
Just a spiteful, bitter
evil woman
ravaged with hate
so blinded by the fact,
I'm just an innocent kid.
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