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Aug 30
I ran
Fought my way out of dark corners
I wanted them to love me
They didn’t
They don’t
They are too injured

I am a poison dart
Activated by intrusion
Locked & loaded by cruelty
Heat seeking
Piercing
Fired from my devastated heart

Desperate
A says, “You can’t stop it because you’re not the one who’s doing it!”
I can
They won’t
They are too injured.

40 years gone - sister
Your tongue in my mouth
Brows up at my recoil
ABE & her did that once - she lied
She thought I wanted to
Disgust

I’m not your maid
*****, I’m your sister
The baby was right – you were vile
This should have been THE END
I couldn’t run yet
I was still too injured

My son is grown
Old enough to know
You never meant to
If you meant to, you never said sorry
You gaslight and run
I’m done

You carried hate to my house
About your drunk spouse
Fired hate at my guests
We mopped that **** for hours
I shot
My poison dart

Head down
You ran
You hid
You never said sorry
Now you’re exposed
Can’t gaslight your way out

Can’t forget what you said
About my man who is dead
About my bad momming
About my dead daughter
About my first baby... my soul
I’m done

No more re-trauma
No more dreams of whisky and death
No more darts
No more tears
None
Should I run?

Dead sister love
All that’s left
No more secrets
No more lies
Should I run?
Nah, I’m ******* done
Erica
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Erica  64/F/Portugal
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