Doorway

The violent things wrapped in this skin are ripping me to shreds
The silence rings, it's deafening, it echoes through my head.

My body aches in ways that break and shatter into painful shakes
And every hand I reach for pulls away.
I need strong arms to hold me still, warm breath to melt this year long chill
But no one seems to have warm words to say.

So I stay in my doorway somewhere between the fall and wake, wasting away with every breath I take
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18-21, F
Nov 27, 2012