teeth
it hurt.
i didn't know how to ask you to stop.
so i let you take everything inside of me for your own.
i begged you to love me, and you did.
but not in the right way.
i needed your comfort but instead you made my stomach turn.
you carved me out to be exactly what you want, but it's not what i wanted.
you used me as your canvas but my skin was full of other art.
you made me bite the insides of my cheeks so i would never say anything wrong.
they bled.
and bled.
and bled.
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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