my head is a dilapidated library

drive this hearse/into the storm/when the road signs go dark/kneel at the altar/ everything/ that should be forgotten/ won't

burn this candle/when you bury yourself

/after your stepdad kicks you down the stairs/you break on the floor/his screams/will be the soundtrack/to the rest of your life

when watercolor bruises/ bleed beneath your skin/you will tell yourself/this is art/ getting beat doesn't matter/when your existence/ is just white noise

bleeding knees/ mean you are alive/when he is kicking you in the back/ leave your body watch yourself from up above

i am here/ i am not/ she is an anthill/ that he steps on

it is a relief/when the shadows come/ they drink your tears/ they hide you/where he can't find you/where you can't find yourself/this never ending free fall

memories crossed out in black pen/my  head is  a dilapidated library

i should help her/ instead/i watch her suffer/ call it art/she is me/we listen/ to the static/to remember everything/ we were supposed to forget/

my girlhood ghost/ won't stop haunting me










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