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gardens of violence.

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                                    she’s a subtle girl in a loud world –

there are
      voices
   in her head but
                her mouth will not
                                shape them.

                                                      you could shout over her, you could.

she is
   the hints unspoken
the words unsaid
   the small smile when you look her way;
                with those characteristic sad eyes

                                                              almost like she used to speak once
                                                              but soon gave up, because no-one was listening.

she’s
reading in a library
            and if you’re texting her
                  you can never expect an immediate response.
she says
    she’d sleep through a century of januaries
                if she could. there are funny bruises on her knuckles
                            like orchids. like she’s been trying to break
                                     red-brick walls, or overstepping boundaries –

she never
said it where you could hear it
         but the ring of bruises
                       around her neck
            and the thunder scars
                      scraping her arms into flakes of lightning

                                                                               not all that could have been self-inflicted.
                                                  there are places on our bodies that we do not dare reach.

like beer bottles. like cigarette stubs
in ceramic ashtrays. like rainstorms in cemeteries.

she was a soft girl, a silent girl.
           she never spelt it out for you.
                  she was ultraviolet dreams and
                          you forgot that uv rays cause cancer;
                              you didn’t dare think that she was wounded like

war casualties, like
the deer lying by the highways
and fruit flies ruining the elegance of a cadaver.

you didn’t want to think it, because it terrified you.


she was a subtle girl
  a   h e l p l e s s   girl
and maybe you were listening
                      even when they tried to drown you out
      maybe you were listening
                    but you didn’t understand her language.
Glasses-And-Blades - yeah, i don't know how this happened either.
tell me if you think this need a mature content warning!

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i love this almost as much as i love u. this left me breathless i gotta process this omgndndnsfg