What would happen if she saw me now?
My cuts, scars, fake smiles, my starved body.
All of it.
She might cry.
No, she'd be confused.
Maybe she'd give me a hug.
We all know I need it.
Maybe she'd give me bandaids.
The ones with cartoon princesses.
Maybe she'd ask me to play on the trampoline with her
Or with her dolls.
I'd call her by my nickname
She'd tell me, 'Mum said not to let anyone call me that.'
Maybe she'd share her coloured pencils with me
and we'd do colouring ins
Maybe she'd make me watch Dora The Explorer
or ABC Kids
Maybe we'd ride bikes up and down the street
or go to the playground across the street.
Maybe she'd tell me about her friends
Not knowing how ****** they actually are.
She'd tell me she feels like she eats too much.
Thanks to Mum for planting that seed
Pointing it out
Maybe she'd take me to the block
and we can drive the quad bike
Maybe we'd draw stick figures in the dirt in out front yard
Give them a happy life story
Or maybe we'll make sandcastles in the sandpit in the backyard
Maybe we'd play on the swingset
Or have a game of hide and seek inside.
Maybe we'd be fairies
Maybe we'd be mermaids
Maybe we'd be superspies
Maybe we'll watch barbie movies.
Maybe we'll be happy.
.
.
.
Maybe I'd lie to her and tell her we'll always be that way.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 7:50 AM UTC
I watched from a distance
As we swayed and danced
To music made for no-one
But the two of us
Paying no mind to strangers
Who called us out
Who called us weird
Who said you weren't enough.
I watched from a distance
As your breath hitched, your steps faltered
Your record scratched
And my hologram never heard it.
Until I felt your hand slipping from mine
Was your smile always this strained?
You didn't tell anyone
You made your last day count
Now I count how many breaths
Since you were still with me
Since I knocked on your door and it never opened.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 5:36 AM UTC
I was eight years old
When you sat me down.
You wanted me pretty enough to be sold.
Not fat like a clown.
"Just control your eating."
I never took you seriously.
Years of not competing.
My silhouette anything but lovely.
Until my image digusted myself.
And your words echoed in my mind.
So I began carving into something for a shelf.
Knowing the road wont be kind.
Yet, mother, you still aren't happy.
With what I've become.
Even after following your advice literally.
"Its too light to weigh forty-one"
What will it take to satisfy you?
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC
"No, please no!"
I beg.
Desperately. Miserably. Lifelessly.
The demons in my mind.
With claws and teeth and tails,
And malice in their eyes.
As they whispered incantations.
Words sweet like honey.
I fall.
Down the pit they dug for me.
During my recovery.
Only this time, they left no escape route.
Pushed to the edge by self loving-turned-loathing.
Thrown over the edge by my search for the light.
Landing in eternal darkness.
No hope left.
It's best they all forget.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
Delilah stares at it all in awe.
Her soul walking
into his awaiting arms.
This day is finally here.
(Doubt and fear, exit stage right)
For them, there is no time left.
Eyes bright, pearly whites flashing.
Hoaxes holding her high,
Almost as tight as her grip on the bars of this cage.
If she didn't know any better
(Which she does not)
She would succumb to his sweet fruits.
Every brush of contact - Everything to her.
If he stole that too
from her well...
She's sure she would reduce to ashes.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 1:44 AM UTC
Smooth and cool on my palm.
Enough to bring my mind some calm.
Quick, sharp, and hence,
Perfect for silence.
Never enough to **** just enough to feel.
In the hopes that one day, they may heal.
I see it in your eyes, your disappointment.
As you book me a doctor's appointment.
Hoping, praying that the drug's ruse
Will replace my need to tie a noose.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC
"Teachers know everything"
"Teachers are always paying attention"
"Teachers see everything"
They can see you using your phone in class.
They see you whispering with your friends.
They see your grades falling.
Though, they never seem to see why...
No adult in school sees the child with bruises on her neck
From a "loved one's" oh so loving grip.
They don't see the child bleeding under their sleeve.
Would they care if they did?
Adults don't hear the child's stomach rumbling.
This is his ninetieth hour.
They don't read the note I wrote in class.
The last thing I'd ever write..
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 3:57 AM UTC
You're silver, you shine
You call to me like Satan
Calling his sinners
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 7:12 AM UTC
You say 'the worst of the worst'
And we believed you
We let you onto our streets.
And you took.
You stole children from their mothers' arms
Husbands from their wives.
Sisters from their brothers.
Concealing your faces like cowards.
You said 'the worst of the worst'
So why are 73.6% of detainees innocent?
48 377 out of 65 735.
Read those numbers again.
You terrorise us, claiming to take the 'real' terrorists.
You can't solve a problem by being the problem.
You said 'the worst of the worst'
Then why are they gone?
Alex Pretti, Lucia Lopez Belloza, Genry Ruiz Gullien.
Countless others.
Who's calling the shots?
Everyone knows.
Maybe he gets some sick thrill from this.
The bloodshed of his people.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 4:01 AM UTC
The thoughts and memories plague my mind.
Hollowing out my head
Until nothing remains in it
Besides you, beloved.
You do not haunt me, no
My final actions toward you do.
Abrupt texts fired in your direction
Thousands of miles of sea between us
Guilt that struck me then
And hasn't left since.
Apologies you'll never hear from me
Final words as I drown
In a sea of guilt
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC