my father sternly says to me:
"this is the last straw."
because I've failed to communicate
for the hundredth time.
he does not deserve to worry,
but I do not deserve these forced
emotions that I carry like glowing
coals.
he does not realize that i am the last,
he fails to acknowledge that just because
he won't allow me to escape to my moms
does not mean that he has stopped me from escape.
I tell the counselor how I feel
and I get away.
it's borderline hell here,
and everyone tells me it's
just the change.
what change? accepting my
place in the 7th ring?
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
