Sunday 11 May 2014

No. No More

Poisoned tears drenched my clothes
I couldn’t stop them
as they flowed ripping at my woes
why

Locked inside
I swallowed the key
there was no one to confide
in

It was crippling
as I sat on the cold, dank floor
I started trembling
Gods

Flashback. What had occurred.
Someone smeared shit on me
Words Words. Thick Black Words
Name

Unbelievably crystal clear
My sight and what I saw
Even under the hazy stupor
Did

I pushed away and backwards I treaded
Into the dark ready for the torture
I let it in, took all that it threatened
I

Up goes the strong wall
Brick by harsh Brick
I am not a Porcelain Doll
Cry


No. No more

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