June

words fly at me..you're so spiteful. i feel hate at the same time you love the position i have...or is it the power i have on you? you echo gestures- my shadow cowers from grip marks on my wrist: reminders of my search for solitude. a mountain of weight bares down, and i'm suffocating. my defiance of your higher power- you're pushing me away from this family and ached to be so tight knit, but we slip through stitches loosely woven...