Bound
Poem: I’ve spit on glass and cursed this skin, Masked my shame behind a grin. Tried on smiles like secondhand coats, Stitched up with lies and tired tropes.
My visage leers, a silent threat,
Same tired face, soaked in regret.
You're not a friend, yet not quite foe
Just the wreck I’ve come to know.
I’ve spit on glass and cursed this skin,
Masked my shame behind a grin.
Tried on smiles like secondhand coats,
Stitched up with lies and tired tropes.
No use in wishing things unsaid,
They linger louder in my head.
I wear them now, no grand disguise,
just truth that never softens lies.
Life is cruel, coiling through my skin,
A sadistic bitch craving sin.
No lantern swings down mercy’s path
Helplessly chained to fate’s cruel wrath
And damn it, yes, I’ve made my peace
With jagged truths that never cease.
Not loved, not bright, not clean nor kind
Tied to a soul I can't leave behind.
By: Heather Patton / Verdant Butterfly
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