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Take me into the closet again beat me with your leather book of fallacies, conflicting messages strewn across pages of decades by faulted scribes, spitting glossolalia into young children keep the food from me, I do not need it as I am only a child of 8 a coldness clenched my hot little body as I drew rusty nail across pale little arm the first time, i thought myself to be a god your Jesus took away my sinful love for the girl at church. I will take it away with this nail i tear it away as a cold rain runs over my fire my insides scream as my emotions numb flightless bird am I, trapped in the nest all I wanted was anything. I stand small in this moment as you lie to the school nurses about my bruise but in the next I am Tallest for my struggle. I recall every dark night starved and worn barred from the world, I found solace in a rusty nail the neighbour's dogs the asymmetrical patterns in the carpet the littlest flower because that was all I could see from my closet window, and that was only when I was tall enough to reach.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
I'm still allowed.
Take me into the closet again beat me with your leather book of fallacies, conflicting messages strewn across pages of decades by faulted scribes, spitting glossolalia into young children keep the food from me, I do not need it as I am only a child of 8 a coldness clenched my hot little body as I drew rusty nail across pale little arm the first time, i thought myself to be a god your Jesus took away my sinful love for the girl at church. I will take it away with this nail i tear it away as a cold rain runs over my fire my insides scream as my emotions numb flightless bird am I, trapped in the nest all I wanted was anything. I stand small in this moment as you lie to the school nurses about my bruise but in the next I am Tallest for my struggle. I recall every dark night starved and worn barred from the world, I found solace in a rusty nail the neighbour's dogs the asymmetrical patterns in the carpet the littlest flower because that was all I could see from my closet window, and that was only when I was tall enough to reach.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
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