I see you
with your nightmares
and crown of thorns
because you’ve decided
silence
is better kept yours.
I see you
with your balled fists,
bruised lips,
battle hardened stare
and the red lip gloss
you wear
in the hope it tastes
like poison.
I see you
at midnight
curled up, fetal
hoping you’ll stay
alone,
you’ll only hear
the click
of your bones.
I see you all
and I hope you know
not one of you
is alone.
We are still too young
to call the sky
our home.
Kristiana Reed day dreams, people watches in coffee shops, teaches English and writes. She is a curator on Blood into Ink, a collective member of The Whisper and the Roar & Sudden Denouement, and blogs atย My Screaming Twenties. She is 24 and is enjoying the journey which is finding her voice.
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Indeed.
Your lines like a caress,
a quiet hug, a nod of understanding
on the streets.
Thank you! ๐
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Iโm glad they touched you โบ๏ธ thank you for such a lovely comment!
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We could do this dance now, where we reciprocate every thanks with another, but seriously I’m so thankful for your words. ๐
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At Blood Into Ink, Kristina Reed sees and calls out to those who think they are alone.
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Thank you for the reblog โบ๏ธ
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Kristiana Reed on Blood Into Ink
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Thank you ๐
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“and the red lip gloss
you wear
in the hope it tastes
like poison”
Powerful words my friend
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Thank you very much ๐
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Oh my goodness. This is really powerful.
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Iโm so pleased you think so, thank you ๐
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