And:
And:
every step is a cold skeleton hand on lungs
grasping
gasping
my breath falters
anticipating
frozen
waiting
for the back lash
the front lash
the lashing
white hot fire
licking
hairs on my neck
every stomp
every punched wall
a reminder
a warning
of how hard you can
punch
of how much you could
hurt me
the air changes
the vortex i craft around me is threatened
tainted
closes in on me as teeth close in on it
piercing skin
piercing me
draining the blood
another broken glass I need to clean up
another empty street I need to run down
I’m just…
waiting
suspended
observing
holding my breath
do I need to fight or flight
and then the door slams
and then I can’t hold in my flinching any more
and then I can’t remember a time listening to a door closing was just listening to a door closing instead of listening to my own heartbeat in my ear drums, in the back of my throat, in my skin breaking skin, bone breaking bone.
And every time you think you can buy me back,
you remind me that my worth is a dollar sign,
you tell me that I’m just a transaction to you,
you teach me my value,
or,
more accurately,
that I haven’t any.
every step is a cold skeleton hand on lungs
grasping
gasping
my breath falters
anticipating
frozen
waiting for the back lash
the front lash
the lashing
white hot fire licking
hairs on my neck
every stomp
every punched wall
a reminder
a warning
of how hard you can punch
how much you could hurt me
the air changes
the vortex i craft around me is threatened
tainted
closes in on me as teeth close in on it
piercing me
piercing skin
draining the blood
another broken glass I need to clean up
another empty street I need to run down
I’m just…
waiting
suspended
observing
holding my breath
do I need to fight or flight
and then the door slams
and then I can’t hold in my flinching any more
and then I can’t remember a time listening to a door closing was just listening to a door closing instead of listening to my own heartbeat in my ear drums, skin breaking skin, bone breaking bone.
And every time you think you can just buy me back,
you remind me that my worth is just a dollar sign,
you tell me that I’m just a transaction to you,
you teach me my value,
or,
more accurately,
that I haven’t any.