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Bleeding Hallways

There are words that create sentences that I cannot say
I have holes in my brain; large and gaping
If my mind were a hallway of doors
They would just be flesh gashes
Wide and silently bleeding around their corners
A few days ago my partner and I were talking
Quickly entangling into an argument with my partner
About how I believe pedophiles deserve to die
For the cruelty and ever lasting trauma their hands create
They kept telling me that life in prison would have to be enough
And somewhere down the long and winding hallway
Down a corner no one had tread in a decade
The sobs of a hidden memory unfurles into the screams
That shake all the doors loose from their holdings
The gashes in place of doors bleed profusely
To the point of flooding the hallways
I dissociate so hard that when I came back
No longer was I in my house but the garage
All around me was torn up boxes and paper
The evidence of my trauma brought to reality
There are words that I cannot say out loud
Words that create sentences that I can't say
Memories that will never be shared with anyone
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Running from the Reaper)
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