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hold me

before i wake up

before this numbness is gone

and i can feel again

hold me

so that these memories don’t come back

so that these bruises don’t reappear

like flowers blooming on my hips

the evidence of my nightmare

hold me

so that i am trapped in this dream

this numbness is my safe haven

all i want is to lie here

mid-way to death

before your hands force me to life again.



between the lines 

on every page


between the words

that you said

i lost myself. 

i’m sorry

i am sorry

i am sorry i said hi

you didn’t want me to

but you did reply

and i said hi

you hated it

i am sorry


you make me feel

like your fingers are peeling open my mind

turning it inside out

forcing my nails across a chalkboard

leaving white trails

a warning

a taste

of everything that is to come.