#ajax writes trauma poem yippe

[edensviper]

my sibling told me to post this online becasuse they said it was good anyways this was a poem i wrote for school abt my experience with trauma from bullying

TW: graphic ish descriptions of someone being eaten alive and just heavy shit in general just gore in general

“A Classroom shaped restaurant”

Day after day You all feast again, my meat seems the tastiest to you I think It's fresh and it's red, you claw past my skin For the treat you desire, you must get under my skin You're claws leave scars, I do wonder, will they fade? Perhaps in a year, a decade or two But for cuts so deep, there's no guarantee

I'm beginning to think, could I be the buffet?

This classroom turns into a restaurant every day My skin is the appetizer, you get past it quickly My bones cause you trouble, caging the prize My blood is a nuisance, it's stains cry out, as if in pain You're only desire is to make me the meal

You call the butchers to prepare me again I do not struggle, this happens every day It's hard to ignore the horrible service if you are the entree

I think it is my fault I caused this myself The loudest livestock always goes first

The rest of the patrons do not stare in dismay They must keep quiet They don't wish to be the next entree

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