The crescent moons of my
fingernails are set in my palms
permanently
and my feelings are splayed
across my face like a black eye.
Now I feel my teeth cracking
from my painfully clenched jaw
after holding back
everything that I can.
My body is breaking and I
am praying to anyone who
will listen that this
is the last time.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
The crescent moons of my
fingernails are set in my palms
permanently
and my feelings are splayed
across my face like a black eye.
Now I feel my teeth cracking
from my painfully clenched jaw
after holding back
everything that I can.
My body is breaking and I
am praying to anyone who
will listen that this
is the last time.
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