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Skeletons
Echoed voices that seep
Through the cracks in the drywall
Of the room which I hide in.
Bones clatter in the closet,
The softest shadows show those faces,
Those girls,
Those girls who I loved who could care less for me,
And that faceless face I erased that held me against
The tile of that bathroom.
Haunting me, taunting me,
Whispering, lingering,
Always there
In the back of my mind.
Impossible to find relief, I decide.
Words that aren’t mine,
The violence inside that
Shows itself outside, now,
And my hurt hurts the first people to love me.
Bury myself in the closet,
With all the things I keep deep.
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Ava Loney
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