fangs and claws.
An RM Stockton Challenge

I look you in the eye
Write your name
With my shaky
Scarred hands
In a desperate attempt
To fit the key in the lock
To fling the cage door open
Because isn’t that how you
Escape your ghost?
You face them
❀
You look at the ground
Your reflection
Their faux reassurances
Anywhere but my face
Because isn’t that what
The guilty do?
❀
Admit it
I deserved more
Than you gave me
I deserved more than
Gaslighting and insanity
Eventual abandonment
And cruelly crafted
Unanswered questions
❀
You can paint your moods
A high vis happiness all you want
Wear it as a neon vest to prove a point
But you cannot escape the truth
You let me down in a way
I would’ve never done to you
You gave me the kind of brutal
Gaping, almost irreparable wound
I used to try and save you from
❀
You are the memories
I hide under my bed
Despite the way you make me bleed
You have no fangs or claws or horns
Just a face that is all too familiar
A face that used to look like safety
❀
I vomited up all my confidence
Labelled myself as unlovable
All because you gave up on me
❀
Yet sometimes
When I am trapped in
Rumination
I wonder
Do you place your remorse
In the same place I store
My lack of closure
The cage I can never break free of
❀
Do I haunt the space
Under your bed like
You fill mine?
❀
Yet here is the truth
I have buried my own key
Grown my own fangs
Clawed my own skin
I am my own cage
My own monster
❀
I have failed myself
More than even you
Have let me down
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
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