writing

Things That Stay

They had projected sharpie onto me
Black and smudged and permanent.

Then I lost the label declining in denial
Rifle ready in my hand to cause a riot
Black ink spreading til my lips were sealed in quiet
Detrimental poisoning caused me lastingly riled

Deranged, hopped up, unbalanced, more,
Torn from the bladder,
Left strewn on the floor.
A tag in which was covered in matter.
Burned thirteen times, stamped on, stabbed,
Dragged through wild winds and pinned
Still pinned, and permanent to my skin.

Label

Girls in school were so mean. Girls in Catholic grammar single sex schools were downright nasty.

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