A Flame To Oxygen

I sit on my legs

Pull my legs

To my chest

And let the silence

Echo around me

.

Perfect child

Perfect life

And yet

Unhappy

The clouds

Not the sky

Crashing down

.

The insults

Come to me now

They would be nothing

To another child

But to me

They are mental acid

.

Corroding my head

My being

Sinking in

Poisoning me

For weeks

I hear them

Voices

Echoing

In my head

.

She meant to help

But hurt me

His mouth

Was forming a “B” shape

Then stopped

And changed it

To “Nasty Person”

.

It’s like I

Am a flame

All my caregivers

Are oxygen

And when they get

Too close

I

Ignite

Burning them away

In anger

.

As I remember

What they said

Days ago

Weeks ago

Months ago

Years ago

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