I’m tucked between the ruggedness of wired fences and tugging hands
Grasping my heart with hungry fingers ready to rip in shreds
I’m tired of feeling so lost beyond words
By men that love to throw me on the ground with worms.

She
presses her lips on the back of my neck,
Her
coldness blowing over my skin,
with her hands decorative and curling,
forever
wearing
me
thin.

When someone utters your name, it feels as if hundreds of people are throwing darts against the base of my throat, and each time I try to utter a single word it gets harder

When I see a glimpse of the brown curl, the sun kissed tan skin I feel my hands lit a flame that ****** and melts the skin on my bones to nothing but the ashes of dead animal skulls.

And when I hear your voice..
The flowers that once bloomed in my heart wilt away and burry theirselves into a deep hole.

I hate you.