my life ended in this house
long before the blood pioneered its journey
seeping through the cracks of my body
before the floorboards rotted
and gave way beneath me
prior to my father
taking all the pills and dissolving
not even when poison
overwhelmed my vascular system
the consequence of hearing
my mother pompously vocalize
that my wellbeing will never
come before her attachment
to intemperate men
men who'd never require
her love
or emotional presence
the way i did
maybe it was
the moment i realized why
my family never looked the same as me
as i was slowly recognizing
why the community disregarded me
or was it the first time
i heard him
lay his hands on her
instilling a debilitating terror
in me i couldn't understand
the anger won't go
eyes closed
i pray i vanish
and the weeds
grow through me
developing an everlasting encasement
of the torture
buried in my veins
VOUS LISEZ
when you drown your girlhood
Poésieaeolist. High rankings- #1 in poetry #1 in creativewriting #1 in prose #1 in spokenword #1 in girlhood #1 in prosecollection #2 in poetrycollection #2 in deeppoetry trigger warning- poor mental health sa + abuse substance use disorder second p...
