hospital poetry

five and


five and


five and


six and the raised hand’s silhouette in the doorway


seven and hiding somewhere dark and cozy


(“my parents are worse, do you know what they did?”)


seven and


nine and slamming doors and forced open jaws


(“tell me if this happens ever again.”)


nine and


ten and a lash across the face


eleven and arguments every day and mom sleeping on the couch her snoring uneven through the hallway


(“so, your mom is the issue?”)


eleven and dreaming of suicide


eleven and


twelve and darkened rooms and bright screens and disagreements and tears


twelve and forty cuts up and down dark arms and a heavy feeling all throughout a small body and yelling and doorways and 


(“all those in a tiny body covered with an innocent smile…go to your parents and tell them how you feel”)


twelve and


thirteen and


thirteen and dark rooms and sickness and anxiety inducing music


thirteen and oceans away from everyone else and fear and memories and memories and memories


thirteen and waking up in the middle of the night shaking 


(“okay…and?”)


thirteen and arms twisted behind backs and threat after threat


(“isn’t that abusive?”)


(“that’s so cruel…”)


(“just try harder to remember!”)


fourteen and


fourteen and late night walks to run and staying at school late out of fear and reading books on severe abuse


five and beaten with rulers


fourteen and every psychologist on the case and flashbacks but it isn't that bad, shaking and trembling when father walks in but he wasn't that bad, was he, was he


five and


("your parents love you, ruby, you're not trying hard enough")


fourteen and scouring forums on what to do now


("that's abuse! you have to call the police and keep yourself safe")


fourteen and in the hospital. mulling. mulling. mulling


fourteen and on a ledge


five and


five and


five and


(written feb 28, 2023)


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