Does It Still Hurt?

She screams silently into the back of her mind
Reaching out to the pain

A morbid bubble ripped open like a womb after birth

Open and fresh the tear is fingered over and over

Does it still hurt? Yes. Does it still hurt?

Her memories form twisted and charred
No longer the truth but a long line of guilt

Taunting and grabbing at each of her limbs and knocking on the echoing chambers of her heart
Tortured by the torture she lies in the dark

self pity and blame her blanket

It’s her fault he did it. Her fault.

Manipulation catapults her from hate for him to loathing of self

A merry go round never slowing

She scratches at her skin. Physical pain to numb the other.

Not the first. Won’t be the last.
She hasn’t learned to love herself

So she waits for the cycle to start again.

And so it does. And so it does.


I’m A Model Of Society

I’m a model of society
I’m a doll for you to dress
I can’t speak about the way I feel
Incase I get repressed
And this never ending cycle
Of what if you don’t accept?
I’m a product of a deeper wrong
That exposure won’t address
The World is getting smaller
And it’s not all rosy beds
We’re conditioned to believe
That this is what is for the best
One world bill and one world government
To tell you what you need
One religion one collective
Forced upon us as we bleed
Not just physically but mentally
Us slowly they condition
With their cashless clean society
Our own opinion forbidden
You’ll ignore the signs and give away
Your freedoms for your comfort
Sleep with ease at night because
You know your next meal comes without fuss
At what point will you begin to see
The freedom that’s invented
Is just a tool to get you to
Bow down for their incentives
And as you swipe your cashless card
I challenge you to think this
What happens when they put in place
A chip in hand for credit?
You think it’s sifi crazy talk
And yet you have forgotten
You never thought you’d see the day
The pound coin left your pocket.