The broken glass across the floor
Cuts my skin so blood will run
The broken bat against the wall
Bruised my skin the darkest colours
The broken plates on the table
Smashed when I spoke out of term.
You have broken everything of mine
My bones, my skin, my heart, my soul.
You treated me like an animal, an animal to break
Like I was made of glass.
Monday, September 27, 2010