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Iz Feb 2019
I used to sit outside of liquor stores
For the beast who helped make me
Dripping in sweat with frizzy pig tails
And curly blonde hair
***** clothes that were too small, blisters on my feet
Bubblegum overchewed leaving a sour taste in the back of my throat but i keep squishing it between my teeth
***** hands with little fingers
Small body no dreams
I was clueless
I’d make mud pies in the sunlight on hot summer days
Florida has never been beautiful to me
But it’s where I’ve always lived
The palm trees are rough and the sand sticks to your toes
Coyotes often roamed the areas so I wasn’t permitted to go out at night
Orange trees sit in the backyard dying of disease
They’re sick and twisted, they reminded me of me
I’d **** squirrels and birds in me free time
I never felt a single thing
My eyes were blank and emotionless
I was only a child when you did this to me
My memories are bad but what I remember is vivid
Iz Feb 2019
Your hands are soft as snow
But warm like the sun
Iz Feb 2019
There is not a day that goes by
I am not reminded Of how your rough hands gripped my body
I remember the pavement cold and damp
My hair a mess sweaty and tangled
From the stress and the struggle
But I am only so strong and so able to defend
You were tall, narrow face, dark hair, ****** eyes
I should have run when I saw you
But I trust even when all signs tell me to hit the road
You watched the life leave me body
And I left a ghost, a shell if you will
Of who I once was, you used me, you killed me, and left me a rotting corpse,
I ******* Hate You
And what you did to me on that cold bathroom floor
Iz Jan 2019
thick blankets
And no clothes
Your hair spread across my chest
Skin soft as velvet
Warm as a hot spring
And I am lucky enough
To have found this ruby
Iz Jan 2019
There’s no death in these
Forests deep in your eyes
Only love
Iz Jan 2019
I walk along the shorelines of your ever deep
Soul
The waves grab at my ankles
With ulterior motives to trap me here
only my feet leave prints in this sand
These are uncharted lands and I am
Trespassing
Iz Jan 2019
I’m too sad to write
You took my words away
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