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Gabbi Dec 2017
i.

Sharp are her edges, what once was soft has long since
been forged into a blade. To survive isn’t to live, to survive
is to remember.

ii.

Let’s play pretend, let us build an imagined home. For once
in this life let’s create something whole that will not be pulled
out from under us.

iii.

There is no word for the awful cruelty that is memory. To
playback and rewind a single moment, all because you cannot
forget it. All because if you do forget it, it may find it’s grip on
reality once more.
Gabbi Jun 2019
If monsters aren’t born, then what am I?
I suppose I am an aftermath of sorts, the result of something crumbling.
My mind is crumbling
and I wonder how long have I been losing this battle.
My thoughts are a switchblade, they know how to hide their sharpness,
they know how to slice me open just as easily.
And oh, to think how much I can bleed from a sharpness that is my own.
Gabbi Dec 2017
1.
I have blood in my mouth, if I open it
it might come spilling out.

2.
My love is a knife, my heart is a hair pin
trigger. In the end this will only leave you
with scars.

3.
Because I will not leave you with scars.
Not when I have my own, not when I know
How easily they reopen. And not when I
know that I am always one foot out the door.

4.
I am not the girl you take home. I am
the lesson you learn from.

5.
Because I never learned how to say it
without choking on it.
Gabbi Jan 2018
Woman becomes blade. Woman becomes something sharp,
something you’ll think twice before running your hands over.
Woman becomes cold steel, because maybe if she is threat
she is no longer target.

You do not blame a sword for how it is sharpened, how if it
is wielded in the wrong hands it can wound. Still you say this
is no way to live. As if your sharpened teeth and hidden claws
do not bear the same weight.

You say this is no way to live. As if you alone could melt
her winter heart and metal bones. She will not bend to your
will, no matter how she loves you so. She will not soften her
edges into a coffin. She will not become your final resting place.

— The End —