You stay locked in the dark corner of my mind. Forgotten. But then he has your name. He has your walk. I jump in my mind— skin prickling, heart racing, It wasn’t you. Why would it be you? But he had your shadow.
The word, It still holds power. I try it out on my lips, It makes me flinch. It plays unwanted scenes before my mind. I force the word out, offended by its existence. It’s casually spoken to devalue it, but internally I’m wincing. It still holds power— But I can chip away at it. .Continue reading “Power”
A vibrant butterfly, battered by your insecurities Wings clipped by your jealousy Colors blanched from confidence stolen Carefree spirit curbed by neglect Prior evolution reached, now reverted back— to a husk