spoke of silly things
nobody cared about
to break the barriers set between them.
now,
radio silence.
stings like the violence
that's not so physical
but inflicted by those so physically close
to home.

home;
a place no longer had
because of things they said in the past.
perhaps,
the silence blistered more than
the burns across her face
inflicted by the insults thrown her way
by those she trusted so long ago
who raised her better than this
but of course they didn't know.

they didn't know any better
they made a mistake.
say it to the bones that never
healed from their breaks.
in her hands,
in her arms,
in her legs,
she fell apart
in front of those who triggered the
downward cascade
of her body
and sanity.

but they weren't bullies
no, they could never be
they were her family,
they always will be.

::

this book is so dark so far i do apologize