count how many
times you have
bitten your tongue,
and closed your mouth shut
for a stranger,
who only wanted to
power over you,
and cause you to stumble
against your will.
the blood spilled was
a vibrant reminder
that what is inside of us,
can be shown
to others,
that our pain
can show subtly
through our fingers,
our eyes.
the way your lips
touch the bottle
when you're nervous.
the way your soul
screams loud enough
to show through your eyes.
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