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Taylor Bottorff Poem
The Monster inside me
makes my knuckles red,
and scratched,
and leaves burning trails
across my hands
The Monster inside me
lashes out at my heart,
and mind,
and leaves scars inside
and out
The Monster inside me
leaves me shaking,
and my heart pounding,
and time frozen around me
in a nightmare
Worst of all,
the Monster inside me
is always there,
judging,
laughing
Hiding under my bed
and waiting in my closet,
ready to scare the crying little girl
Who can all but scream for help
Copyright © Taylor Bottorff | Year Posted 2018
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Taylor Bottorff Poem
I lie more the I should.
“What? Really?”
“I didn’t notice.”
“Broken? No way.”
Sometimes they are white lies.
“Just drawing, mom.”
“No, I’m writing.”
“Working on stuff, be right there!”
Sometimes they are deeper then you think.
“I’m fine.”
“Oh, it’s okay.”
“I forgive you.”
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Taylor Bottorff Poem
I have so many canvases.
Real,
My hand,
My wrists.
My favorite color to use is blue.
Green,
Purple,
Red.
Painting gets my mind off the world.
And the yelling,
And then shaking,
And then burning.
It’s so calming when it’s quiet.
Yelling downed out,
The silver gare of my brush,
My shivering hand.
You can’t make mistakes, just strokes.
Over,
And over,
On my wrists.
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Your heart was warm
but,
something changed,
and you got some common sense,
and froze it over to keep me out
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