You wished you were different. You wished it never happened. It will happen again….
You will happen again….
Your brain floats around your skull like oyster crackers softened by what feels like a hot can of tomato soup. It pours out of your eyes onto your lips, tasting so sweet and tangy that you run your tongue over your lips, wishing it didn’t taste so good. Knowing the suicidal outcome you drink it once again. The venom wears a mask disguised as something from your grandmother’s kitchen when you were very young, when the only pain you ever felt was scraping your knee on the sidewalk.
Eventually sending you tumbling head first into the funnel of hate for yet another round of unworthiness and disgrace. The warm feeling of nana’s kitchen is now being violently ripped from your guts, crackers morph into shards of glass…. And the reality of your biggest defect slaps you in the ears with an open hand stinging you to your knees… You can’t hear the love, you can’t see the light…. You’re a rainbow in the dark
Rainbows do light up the dark, being a reflection of light. just saying.
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