Anathema

Anathema

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I woke up with a fractured skull 
And bags under my eyes 
That packed up all my tinted shames 
And labeled them with cries. 
They ripped open my mouth and stole 
Away all my pointed teeth, 
Leaving me defenseless 
To the sharp pains underneath. 
My head still aches, now empty still, 
My nails all turning flat. 
And I never thought they’d ever know 
That I had always been like that.

- Rae