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I cut a strange shadow As if lit by candles Deep in the dark corner Where she sits me Coughing offense Three minute I must repent Coughing violently As if to cleanse some sin Because she does not Believe my phlegm Little boy liar Or at least she assumes As she locks me in my room Beneath a cold quiet moon Do not come out So I **** on the carpet Puke green thing Will be smelling Very unclean I’m always thirsty I’m always lonely Staring at the kids playing While I am daydreaming Of finding a home to be free in I cannot say which I preferred The brash beatings Accompanied by my screaming That soothed her seething rages Almost completely At least for that day Or the weeks and months Locked away Despairing To swallow once I swallowed twice I jumped at a moments notice One tap caused twitches One loud yell Caused more flinching Someone once told me They knew about the barbarity Not exactly in those words But years down the line I wonder if at any time They felt bad for letting me Live like that
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
My Shadow
I cut a strange shadow As if lit by candles Deep in the dark corner Where she sits me Coughing offense Three minute I must repent Coughing violently As if to cleanse some sin Because she does not Believe my phlegm Little boy liar Or at least she assumes As she locks me in my room Beneath a cold quiet moon Do not come out So I **** on the carpet Puke green thing Will be smelling Very unclean I’m always thirsty I’m always lonely Staring at the kids playing While I am daydreaming Of finding a home to be free in I cannot say which I preferred The brash beatings Accompanied by my screaming That soothed her seething rages Almost completely At least for that day Or the weeks and months Locked away Despairing To swallow once I swallowed twice I jumped at a moments notice One tap caused twitches One loud yell Caused more flinching Someone once told me They knew about the barbarity Not exactly in those words But years down the line I wonder if at any time They felt bad for letting me Live like that
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
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