A drug sedated
Child trauma
Trains talking empty
Faces funny faking
Burning in a fortress
A stale mattress
Cables sliding on skin
The pressure making waves
A sea is drowning
Teeth hurting
No sound like this one
A brave son
Reads well and handsome
An idiot stare
A man from then said once
His magic scarring
Hands and fingers breaking
Taking everything
Absent heat
And breaths away
Can’t see me anymore
I’m quiet.
I’m the problem.
I’m disgusting.
What are you doing?
Against the wall again…

I’m bleeding.

Chris Vaughn 2015


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