Poetry Talk

New post from Comfort

no title

… and so, they asked.

And such like a flower blooming, I opened and showed them my truth,

I become a glass house, parts of me hanged, windows shattered with stains of blood that served as a warning not to seek to see yourself in the reflection of I, for I am shattered.

Tears fell for the first time that wasn’t from the wiping of the belts or from a fist that was meant to be a hand that cradles me,

And as my lips sealed,

The silence echoed, and in that moment… in that moment I’d hoped home wouldn’t just shelter my body but maybe it might shelter my heart too.

‘’disappointment”

“Disrespectful”

“ungrateful”

how I wish my lips had never spoken, had never opened, had never shown a part of me that needs your understanding, do you understand how I…

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