Ps I Hate You

[WRITERS] EXERCISE #2: The Truth

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Every line

every dark shadow

every bad tooth

the jaw that hangs crooked from my skull,  the dull eyes, the thin lips

untouched , uncared for, discarded.

My face.

 

The Beast.

 

Trapped in a mirror

the one that hangs neglected in my hallway.

it screams from it’s glass prison

but

I shout it down

throw it down

crush it under words as heavy as stone

Shut up

you wasteland of skin and bone

nobody sees you, nobody cares for the looks of you

 

Not even me.

 

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