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I am your
shadow
I will always
misbehave.
I have diagnosed it myself.

But  I’m not the first one—

Due to the lack of clotting,

No wound of this heart

would ever heal fast.

There is no moving on,

Because there is no scar.

My soul keeps bleeding.

It longs to go back.

Flashbacks.

Their voice.

Supercuts.

Their hand touching mine—

Oh dear Lord!
Why can I recall?!

I’m having a soulrrhage

Call 911 !
In my mind this is greek for ‘bursting of soul’ which is being so emotional and prone to remember; chronically in your heart.
Which I have for better or for worse
You are
exactly
where
you deserve
to be
 Mar 22 PhantomDreamer
Liana
She is a dog.                   She is my sister
Your half sister.             We share our trauma
She bites.                        She was neglected
She barks.                       It’s not her fault
She’s dangerous.           Her owner is dangerous
I hate her.                        I love her
She pees on my bed.     My dad locks her in my old room
We are so different.        We are so similar
So far apart.                     So very connected
She has some terrible, terrible behavior, I get it though. He’s both my father and abuser too…
 Mar 22 PhantomDreamer
Liana
When they cry
I provide comfort

When they scream
I tell them they have the right

But they don’t notice it in me
For my tears flood my heart
And my screams are silent

I have some hard battles
I just keep them inside and quiet
A white feather bird,
Sitting on my grill,
Under the quiet moon,
As the world stands still.

It tilts its head,
Eyes dark yet bright,
Speaking in silence,
In the hush of the night.

"Why are you sad?"
It asks with a sigh,
"Are you afraid?"
As stars fill the sky.

"What do you want?"
Its voice lingers near,
"Is it difficult?"
Soft, yet so clear.

I stare at the bird,
Yet words do not flow,
For how do I answer,
What I barely know?
It is just me who is not answering anything and it's the white feather bird who knows everything.
 Mar 21 PhantomDreamer
Eve
i am afraid that
if i were to perish in a car accident
and they see that
i am an ***** donor
and a doctor examines
the vessel i call a body,
he might say;
"none of this is any good"

i would be too dead
to be devastated
Toys lined up on a bathtub
A white rabbit
And a big bad wolf
#SA
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