TW: physical abuse
. . .
You’re not my father
That look in your face
A switch
My body scars a reaction
Serpents crawl into my mind
A rattlesnake fist
The look in your eyes a fear
I will never
Unlearn you tell me where to go
And I know what happens next
The room where all the ghosts avoided
Four walls full of whispers neighbors always missed
One bed that never felt gentle against my skin
The click of the lock
A flinch in the present, a bruise in the past
The pink on my knuckles
Bloody hits that never landed
It’s not your fault darling
You’re in a body too small to not break
Lucifer’s Halo 