My Voice
His Reign
His Reign
Scalding words spew forth.
Blistered self esteem bubbles.
Scars reopen.
I wilt beneath your glare.
Damp hair glues to my face.
my thin skin, never thick enough
to ward off the chill, left
after each downpour.
You smirk, and toss me a towel.
Mary
Scalding words spew forth.
Blistered self esteem bubbles.
Scars reopen.
I wilt beneath your glare.
Damp hair glues to my face.
my thin skin, never thick enough
to ward off the chill, left
after each downpour.
You smirk, and toss me a towel.
Mary
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His Reign
His Reign
