Haley Benz

Joined July 2022

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Twist, Stab, Zip
You twist my wrist, like I twist my hair, in a manner that’s best suited to please your stare. Then you stab my back, like the pain that stabs deep into my being. Hunger pains from trying to shrink into the twisted life you live. If I shrink enough, maybe then I’ll fit into that dress you like so much. Maybe I’ll fit that empty, gapping hole that this life leaves you peering into. But as I zip up the back, the zipper stabs too.
By Haley Benz4 years ago in Poets
broken wings
i like the way you handle me its cruel and its insane but if i like it so much is it me who is to blame? i feel as though im a crime you always will commit
By Haley Benz4 years ago in Poets
woman.
woman. this world will try to break you down, it will take the shards of the mirror you broke when you told it that it couldn’t control you any longer and hold those sharp edges to your throat and demand you to apologize.
By Haley Benz4 years ago in Poets