He pulls me from my
He pulls me from my body
forcing me to see the empty amphitheatre of my ribcage
the fullest cup of me
the graveyard of nothingness held inside my skull
The smallest bones of a once shy child, now a broken woman
he makes me listen to
the quiet rhythm of a no longer beating heart
the breathing that has long since stopped
the deafening silence of a young girl
that used to be an excited toddlers babble
he makes me live through my past mistakes
Each one another one hundred pounds on my shoulders
each good only taking ten pounds off
i collapse
the weight too much
'you we're never enough'
"you were golden '
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