…of a childhood hell,
believing you were a survivor
fleeing whole and unbroken into a new life.
…of a childhood hell,
believing you were a survivor
fleeing whole and unbroken into a new life.
You called me from college.
You were healing by painting your trauma,
turning suffering into art.
Your voice spiked into the maniacal,
the teachers say my paintings break eye sockets.
Dear Sufferer of Butterfly Madness, Unlit Votive Candles, Broken Angel
Dying of Suicide, Stain …