Violence Read Count : 21

Category : Poems

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Feel the hand in my hair 

And an inescapable rhythm 

In a cruel pull and strong grip 

Holding me back 

Hands on my back 

It burns like I’m being torn open 

More than pain I love the violence 

I am a skinny girl 

My bones poke out like knifes 

But still my stomach gorges out 

No matter what I do 

The wings 

Of my ilums stick 


Big in all the wrong places 

My shoulders span a length 

As if my head is balanced 

On the tail of a mermaid 

Flipped upside down 

I want to run away 

I’m just trying to get high 

But no one will help a girl out 

And I don’t have bookshelves in my new room yet

So I pile them up around like towers where I used to live

Three years on top of that hill 


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  • Vivid imagery. I love this

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