My jaws were healed in bedroom slippers with destructive behaviors beyond my control
Into preying hands I starved
In weeds I waved the wand for anyone to see me but I was still painfully hidden from sight
Tender isolation in dark places
stars still shine in the night
Tears warm the center as
desperation gripped my mind
I had no tools for telling the truth
So I rotted in the secrets of my youth
Domestic abuse an excuse to use any
Way to numb the inner drum
Casting stones upon myself in thoughts and deeds buried in the weed, waiting for the sun to come out.