Suffixes for Abuse

The prefixes you have for me
Usually start with fucking (insert derogatory term here)
You used them the moment you knew off me
Not anything about me–just off me

A threat to your carefully spun web of deceit
Of course you feel threatened by me
You cannot manipulate me
You cannot predict me

Your open threat:
‘Hands down I will win.’
Won’t work with me
I am healing–the noun
That means I am ripping off band-aids

Granddad always said:
‘Let air touch the wound to heal.’
Air, and light, and love
You won’t stop me loving them
You won’t stop me healing them

But you, you
For you I have given up
I have let go

And as of now
–after enduring years of your prefixes–
For you I have a suffix
May she rot in hell

Dead Eyes

Dead eyes,
Like a broken gate,
Are not the door to the soul anymore.

Dead eyes,
Make me wonder,
If the soul is dead, too?

Dead words,
Out of your mouth,
Full of contradictions and manipulation.

Dead words,
Entangle themselves,
In in fabrications of a sick mind.

Dead eyes,
Don’t blink,
Not even if you think you should bring on tears.

Dead eyes,
Even scarier,
In a face that doesn’t move on top a a rigid body.

Dead language,
Void of emotion,
Bar pure violence and hatred.

Dead language,
You know what you should say,
But make sure that it cannot be followed through.

Dead eyes,
Are frightening,
They give goosebumps to my bones,
The hair on my neck rises,
My stomach clenches,
Archaic scripts on my DNA wanting to grab my stone-edged-spear,
Adrenaline kicks my body into full blown fight mode.

Dead eyes,
No-one at home,
All that’s left is bile, anger, pain, loss.
There is no help for dead eyes.

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