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I was with a man who would bake glass shards into strawberry shortcake I would thank him while biting into the frosting and the fragments It became our routine Sugar and sutures went hand in hand Sometimes I think I craved the pain. Perhaps I earned the shredded esophagus and internal bleeding.I never had to part my lips. He was the one who walked away after all I swallowed. I begged him to come back. Wrote poems about my hurt. He was my home. But even I found others. Other ways to get the glass fix. It was never my intention to keep swallowing shards But with a spoonful of sugar... I still cry from all the ugly damage that's been done, by myself and by the others. With my soft tissue shredded, I see so much ugly. Sometimes I can feel my vessels thumping underneath the spidery scar tissue. Phantom pains stab and hot panic puddles in my chest like a pool of blood. It's moments like this that I wonder if I'll ever heal.
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC
Glass Cake
I was with a man who would bake glass shards into strawberry shortcake I would thank him while biting into the frosting and the fragments It became our routine Sugar and sutures went hand in hand Sometimes I think I craved the pain. Perhaps I earned the shredded esophagus and internal bleeding.I never had to part my lips. He was the one who walked away after all I swallowed. I begged him to come back. Wrote poems about my hurt. He was my home. But even I found others. Other ways to get the glass fix. It was never my intention to keep swallowing shards But with a spoonful of sugar... I still cry from all the ugly damage that's been done, by myself and by the others. With my soft tissue shredded, I see so much ugly. Sometimes I can feel my vessels thumping underneath the spidery scar tissue. Phantom pains stab and hot panic puddles in my chest like a pool of blood. It's moments like this that I wonder if I'll ever heal.
Feedback is greatly appreciated! Everything I write comes from a deeply personal place but I worry I sometimes come across as trite because I don't fully let my guard down and the poems fall flat. Any comments good or bad would mean the world. Thank you!
#abuse#pain#past#doubt#hurt#damage
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EtherealEyes
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC
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