Breaking Free

every venomous lie you utter in a
sleek roll of hisses in your
only tongue of cruelty
so raw and putrid locking
my rage with a rusty key around
my truths whose tingles
become screams of freedom
muffled under my wrinkled lids
of resisting reality when
your words pierce like daggers
long and sharp and glints of
silver from the smirking
ugliest constellation seering
each layer of my skin
every time I try while
black ribbons of nothing
of night snatch my coarse
being eternally defeated
for one year yet in three days' time
these cords of cruelty will
unleash my rage with a rusty
key around frozen in warped
torturous time I scrape my
scalloped hands toss
these bonds breaking free
after piercing and pressing
months and moons of waiting
and going home.

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

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