Your menacing words still poke me like hot daggers to the heart. You apologize and everything's normal again? Deep, deep down, I break more and more. I am no longer seen. I'm wasting away and nobody notices. The shame and guilt overwhelms me with such saddness. I need to run away from this madness. Like the blood and toxins coursing through my veins killing me softly but at the same giving me life. Your kisses were my poison, my brain fog. I saw and heard your blow by blows. Taking them as they came. Your caresses became my morphine after an "attack" My life slowly slipping and I am so afraid to take it back.
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Isabel Ana Zavala
Have been loving to write since a child. Never got anything published, I write more for myself. My everyday life. My children, My illnesses. The darkness we all have, The lightness we all want.
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