BOOM! WHAAM!
We are exploding,
And aim for the throats.
Rabid, wild animals,
Sharp claws tearing deep.
Blood gushes on the pristine carpet,
There’s no way of stopping –
There’s no wish to.
Yells on the top of the lungs
In vain hopes to communicate,
Through pain and betrayal
Through abuse and lies
Slice off our disguise
Flaying our skin
To make ourselves at home within
We still,
Confusing the hell out of us.
Are we dead? Did we hear?
Is it trust?
You watch. I stare,
Cut wide open, practically bare,
Trying hard….very hard…not to blanch
I offer you an olive branch
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