December 7, 2023

Buried Alive

My blood boiling under my skin

escapes through my fingertips

my nails turn a dark crimson

drips begin to scatter the floor.

I have spent so long 

begging 

people to believe me

I have never been believable.

Too little too late.

You dragged me six feet under

by my ankles drowning my lungs 

in dirt and your lies.

My head hits the coffins of

all your other victims

the ones you told me

abused you

but then why are they here?

You put me next to them as if

I did what you have done to me.

There will be no funeral

my disappearance goes unnoticed

you rob my grave

no one can find me.

My existence and story

are erased.

I am gone.

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