Exhume Series

Your toxic words drip
down my spine, cold as
polar ice. I shiver slightly
at your potent insults
that explode my confidence
with each bomb that's thrown.
Your hidden power of mind
control exclaims I am a slut;
your manipulation makes me believe.
Shards of my former self are found
strewn across my life, nailed to doors
and glued to the floor. Like a
puzzle thrown into the ocean,
the pieces disappear.