I am done with you,
Those little orange bottles
And your needles
And your glittery powder
Everywhere.
I am done watching your bones grow
And your skin sag
And your soul peel
While you sit encircled in
Perfumes and
Smoke.
I am done waiting for your eyes to open
Wide enough for you to see
What hurt you managed to cause
By not lifting a finger
Or saying a word.
And soon,
So soon I didn’t see it
As it flashed past my heart,
Anger is welling and
I am screaming
Crying
Flailing.
My rage is pulsing
Against glass walls
And those walls
Are cracking
Against my skin.
The jagged shards
Leave jagged slices
That leave jagged scars.
And I won’t be done
Until they heal again.