the spaces between
her fingers are empty.
she traces lines
of lies over her skin:
words like fine, okay,
she bashes her beliefs
against walls that bleed
names she won’t speak.
there is no peace
within the four walls she calls
home; in her mind
she is a raven with no wings.
she is stuck on the ground
envious of the birds who fly
above her with ease.
the faces that observe her
behind glassy windows,
as if that’ll keep them
safe from her misery,
watch with careless gazes.
their eyes roam over her like
searching hands
that never find what they’re looking for
but keep looking anyway.
they pull at her skin,
gnaw at her bones.
they are brutal with a broken body.
their words are their weapons:
lies like fineokay,


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