As I Am
AS I AM
shards of betrayal
didn’t just nick—
they carved.
left rivers in my chest
that bled silence.
a loss torn
from the screaming grip
of my sentimental hands.
i chased ghosts
through burning rooms,
watched dreams blister,
peel,
and fall
like skin.
yes.
they made me
NAKED.
emptied—
gutted clean
by grinning mouths
that wore stolen skin.
who am i?
a raw nerve in the dark,
dragging innocence
like a corpse.
a body moving
because no one stopped it.
me.
NAKED.
scraped down to soul,
touched by hands
that never cared to ask.
nailed to a pedestal
built from everything
they shattered.
that is why
you see me—
still standing,
still split wide—
as i am.
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so let them see—
this ruin breathes.
my bones remember fire
better than flesh ever could.
i rise,
not healed—
but dangerous.
as i am.
i learned their language—
the blade behind the smile.
now my silence
cuts cleaner
than their lies ever did.
i don't forgive.
i don't forget.
i watch.
the cracks stayed.
so did i.
even broken things
learn how to hurt back.
i wear my scars
like teeth.
as i am.
Copyright © Chrissie Harmse | Year Posted 2025
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