abyssnight | vulturebody | a self-cradling poem

the worst things that have been conveyed to me

happened without a single word

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the most harmful things that moulded me

slithered into me through long-lasting subtlety

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I blanketed the ground around you with eggshells

a red-flagged cemetery

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I taught myself how to appear absent

I expected him to not harass the dead

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a key gave me the power to protect myself

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your breath crawling through the cracks

apologising with your fists clenched

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nothing good would happen

when you got off the couch

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invisible wounds are easy to gaslight

and talk into oblivion

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