Cigarettes And Ink - Poem by Felicity Slaughter
Shaken and tossed, completely ignored.
I am alone and forgotten.
It seems I'm invisible.
Falling into a black hole,
a dark abyss, crying salty tears.
For a torturous lullaby has returned.
It haunts me. Its bitter tones,
dancing in my head. They tell me I'm
not living up to par.
I wish there was an escape.
With nowhere to turn I hide
from those I trusted.
I am afraid for my life.
For I am transforming.
Shaped by cigarettes and ink
I am not the girl I once was.
My demons are returning.
They come with a newfound vengeance
unlike anything experienced before.
Glorifying sharp revenge and blunt rage,
They scream aloud: 'You will never win! '
My future seems too far away.
I see no solution.
And so, I will sit in my
In this moment.
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