Voodoo Doll

Sun, 05/27/2018 - 03:42 -- eiiisha

Voodoo Doll

Whenever I’m in the car with you,
I’m scared the car will crash & we’ll be the only 2 survivors.
Whenever I’m home alone with you,
I pretend to sleep because I wish I was dead.
Whenever I’m in the same room as you,
I dig my nails into my palms and sink my teeth into my tongue.

If I was your voodoo doll, you would have blood filling your mouth
From every time you’ve spoken over me.
If I was your voodoo doll, you would have pits in your palms
From every time I’ve wanted to take your life.
You would have slashes on your arms & face
From every time you’ve made me lose my sanity.
You would have burns all over your body
From me scrubbing too hard because I never feel clean.
Your thumbs would hurt
From me texting the crisis line every time that I want to kill myself.

Maybe I reject God
Because I can’t understand who would allow such things to happen.
Maybe songs about sex scare me
Because I will never be able to think of sex positively.
Maybe I’m disgusted by appendages
Because the first time I learned of one was the first time I was victimized.

I hope the next time I’m in the car with you,
A truck slams into your side.
I hope the next time I’m home alone with you,
The ceiling fan falls and slices you open.
I hope the next time I’m in the same room as you,
It’s at your funeral.

This poem is about: 
My family
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