The outskirts

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Stray

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#1
The outskirts
A no woman's land I exist in but don't belong to
Disposed of here in nameless void
Too many years ago
Flat eyes peer, fear grips and I behave
Your will isn't mine, but I don't know what is
So continue, oh you will, I know, it is only me with polite submission
That seeks someone, anyone, to say NO!
Silence stinks, smell it still
Stony faced to hide the torn tormented fleshy feeling beneath
I bide my time, failing, falling in wordless horror
At the constant resurfacing of past that won't lie still
Therapy I fail
Left in tormented smiles that belie the horror that greets my return home
Body growing through endless binges that change the day's shape too
Out of control
I am shrinking in disgust at what I am, was and can never be, yet grow and scream in mouthfuls
This hurts
There is no one
I. Am. Not. Here.
 
Trinity11

Trinity11

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#2
Pain creates writers
Hurt creates art
It enters your soul
And ignites your heart

N.C.