Caged.
Clawing at these metal bars of a memory.
Fingernails splitting while clawing my way out.
Why do my nightmares haunt me, such relevant realities.
Yet, long gone-
but not washed away.
Trapped.
Inside this twisting, vibrant land of grays and blacks.
Such ashy colors- such chilling vibes.
My past is only a reflection of my scars-
and a mirror does not foreshadow my future.
My bloodshot eyes fixate on the scarring that occurred, convinced it'll happen again,
a knife to the throat, a body cold and bruised laying on wooden floor paneling.
Emotionally.
I am caged tonight.
No fingernails left to claw my way out...
Just numbing
beautiful
delicate
pills.
For blood and soft fingertips are all that remain.
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