I
Drew Blood That Night
Study ridges on
my skin
scarring in the
light
Day old wounds
along my arms
I drew blood that
night.
Bruises from a
force within
hid from prying
sight
Red marks from
broken skin
I drew blood that
night.
Words were said
that I blocked out
Fighting for my
right
Pain to block
all memories
I drew blood that
night.
Gripped myself,
muscles taut
arms were pulled
so tight
fingers flexed
against my thoughts
I drew blood that
night.
Tears were running
down my face
no one knows my
plight
fingernails dug
into arms
I drew blood that
night.
Not a sound from
trembling lips
collapsing from
the fight
pain so great
inside my heart
I drew blood that
night.
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ANAMAEA EASTCOTT
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