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Jul 2018
I have had
Enough
Of your
Verbal venom

You held my arm tight
In your iron fist
And spit acid on my
Wrists
Watching it burn holes
All the way down to my bones

You always did like to watch
Your influence in action
Or maybe
You always liked to be right.
Either way,
Iļø grew up with holes in my skin
and my self esteem.
Mallory Michaud
Written by
Mallory Michaud
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