Scripture Between Your Shoulder Blades

A story about a little girl in pain...who always comes out strong, proving the fucking world wrong:

There is pink noise behind your eyes. Their names are somewhere in your throat, caught between the storm of today, and shoved deep with yesterday's blows. You have never used your arms to hug yourself; they have always been hammocks for the sorrowful, or playgrounds for scars. You have never pulled the No from behind your ribcage with your lips when you should have. And so, Yes has become the stitches binding your mouth shut. There's a love letter carved on your thighs that reads, "You fall in love with the unavailable so that you have reasons to kill yourself." There's a scripture between your shoulder blades that sings, "You bring everyone joy. You are everyone's rock. And you rock...back and forth in the corner of God's Kitchen, praying for a meal laced with poison to take you out. And nobody knows. Nobody knows."

But, God just keeps feeding you life... because, you are not allowed to let go. The best of us hurt the most, little one.