He pulled out a box after our first fight.
He told me I must fit inside.
I should have ran away that day,
but instead I offered him my wrist,
to begin the break down of my body parts.
My arm fractured easily and bent back on itself.
My femur took a lot of force,
but eventually it gave way,
and no longer did I stand.
My hips were cranked in opposite directions,
as if twisting apart an apple.
The crunch of the bone gears meshing together and apart
reverberated in my head.
The pain of that break sent me into a blackout.
When it came time for my spine,
he didn't have to touch a single vertebrate,
I shattered every single one,
just
for
you.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
He pulled out a box after our first fight.
He told me I must fit inside.
I should have ran away that day,
but instead I offered him my wrist,
to begin the break down of my body parts.
My arm fractured easily and bent back on itself.
My femur took a lot of force,
but eventually it gave way,
and no longer did I stand.
My hips were cranked in opposite directions,
as if twisting apart an apple.
The crunch of the bone gears meshing together and apart
reverberated in my head.
The pain of that break sent me into a blackout.
When it came time for my spine,
he didn't have to touch a single vertebrate,
I shattered every single one,
just
for
you.
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