Your hand slipped in my hair
While the other slit my throat
Robbing me of everything
Breath and hope alike
Before I said checkmate
If I had known
Parting my lips
Against cold indifference
Would cause the cracks
In my unstable facade
To crumble at feet
Bare from the fall
Of
Wordless
Grace
When answers I craved to hear
My name a curse on your lips
When I speak
It’s a hushed, “don’t hurt me”
Never one to mince my words
Each chosen carefully
Intricately
Yet you took half-heard truths
And turned them into stories
That weighs down my soul
Like anchors to a boat
Lost in strange seas
A survivor left alone
To float
On the last held
Bits
Of
Hope
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