“Words”

Why am I here

In the space between your back

and the door

I should’ve ran

I should’ve said something

But words are a complicated beast I cannot seem to tame

They can be my best friend

Or my worst enemy

Words are the blade that cuts through my skin until I am nothing but bones and sorrow

Words are the reason why I am here in the first place

You said I talk too much

That my mouth makes words

you were never ready to listen

That my breathing is too much for you now

So you cut me open

You tie my hands

And you sew my mouth shut

You take my words with you

It’s no wonder some days I bleed

And others I seize to exist altogether.

~renata ferretti {r.f}