Bits and parts of the bleeding pages

The ocean we crossed

The tear drops we lost in the ocean and the sound of something heavier falling down…  what does a three year old know about war anyway?

The Robber nr 1 the knock on the door, the lady who saw the hand of a four year old…

Robber nr 2 and his witness, The snitch and the cloudless sky. the ground that hid the vomit of a nine year old…

Robber nr 3… the snake in the house eating you alive… seven, nine twelve and your plate too… there is no salvation no mercy for the helpless… racoon… are you garbage yet?

The first ring bearer and his fat fingers, he dared invite the duplicate of Robber nr 2 and his witness… sit and dine with them he said they are our friends he said… call me an idiot or childish but I fled the scene… at twentysix… 

I felt sick… sick…sick…

the second ring pure gold and shiney… and his fists playing drums on my head, I was not a drum… neither was my head made of one… the big belly was not fat of the missing food from the fridge… it was a life that I carried…

this one… this one is new…

all bits and parts of the bleeding pages…Pull back the curtains… let this Hidden be seen...

#writeitout

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