I can still feel your dirty, unscrubbed, unkempt nails,
Filled with dried, black blood so deep I thought you
Were wearing nail polish. That feeling of your nails
Scraping against my heart, ripping at the outer edges,
Reaching for my aorta, squishing it between your
Grimy fingers, popping and bursting my heart!
Your hands reaching for my lungs, to take away
My breath, again and again, but you’ve done it before.
Just one glance into your dark eyes sent shivers
Down my spine and electrocuted my lungs.
Please stop crushing my lungs, I am inhaling
Your empty promises! I am suffocating on the lies!
Why did you hurt me so, why did you want to leave
A scar so deep? Didn’t you see all those scars
On my legs? Did you want to become another
Work of art that was riddled onto my body?
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Rachel Jacobs
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