A face that has felt assult.
Arms that have shaken from past trauma.
Between the legs hides fear of being sexually assaulted.
The eyes dance at night with dreams that remind the body that she is not her own.
Bruises healed on each leg from the tears that he shed promising he would be better.
Ears burning from every apology that girl uttered before continuing to take what she wanted.
"You're so ******* ****."
Why does it feel like my body is working against me.
A spoiled carcass that I drag along with me, politely accepting every compliment and bending this body to please others because that's what I've been shown I'm good for.
So check out my **** huh?
Pretty ******* ****.
To hate myself
Drives home from work
Thoughts of chocolate
And police cars
I work at a bar and each night when I leave a crave these chocolate rice crispy bars, mushroom pizza, and sleep.
I fill my time
With as much
M I N D L E S S N E S S
When we were younger
And the only thing on our mind
Was getting enough time
In a day
I make decisions when my stomach hurts.