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I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.

Maggie Bowyer

Am i meant to untangle the knots in my own muscles? Do they think its as simple as a few tangles in my own hair?
MAGGIE BOWYER

Hair Mine Muscle Simple Tangle
I’m not sure if I’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when I look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Blame Failure Hurt Relationship Wreck
The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fire Hurt Pain Relationship Toxic
There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Forever Moments Myself Recover Stole Yourself
I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Carve Inside Pain Rusty
I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Loss Lost Myself Yourself
Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Hurt Pain Reverberate Yourself
If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Forever Oxygen Poison Relationship
Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fist Hurt Missing Word Yourself
December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Bone Cold Cover December Friendship Snow
The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Thank You Yourself
The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Energy Grace Home
These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Destroy Insecurity Light Mistrust Stars Vanish Word
I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Break Up God Hurt Memories Picture Scream
Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Alive Dirt Earth Honey Hurt Lips Pain
What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
MAGGIE BOWYER

Assassination Fire Friendship Hurt Pain Violence

I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.

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