Vice Grip

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

12.4.20

Trapped in the dark, a fearful child cradled,

as it sweats, held down to the breast,

Clutching the mother's arm, she remains unmoved,

Swallowed whole by unloving maternal relationship, which exists. It exists.

Praised parents own national holidays for natural fertility,

Blind and deaf to low standard guardians, served with less than justice,

For children who needlessly suffered, lost innocence to uphold trauma,

unable to escape as emotional scars are unapparent to physical ones,

For children damaged time and time again, invisible chains,

who needed protection from the guard and the guide that none suspect,

Around you I crumble above broken eggshells,

Sinking quicksand in a glass takes hours, flip when complete,

The world for some reason, again, wipes its clean feet


Submitted: December 13, 2020

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