Mine

This obsession has to stop, it’s no longer cute or affectionate. The late night calls and random text. Your feelings of entitlement to my body is causing me stress. Your harassment isn’t love, your eyes bring fear to my heart now. Your hands shadow over my mouth every time I try to scream. This body … More Mine

Splinters

Splinters in my hands from opening the door so much. Letting you back in is a mistake I like choosing. It never matters how much my finger tips bleed in agony. Sharp pieces cutting at the palms of my hands as I slam it shut. My tears haven’t dried yet. Footsteps creeping back upstairs to … More Splinters