The devil’s dagger

I want to look so beautiful on the outside
no one will ever see the damage they cause on the inside.

People believe what you will.
You would never
survive

the pain you inflict.
If you knew the truth
it would kill.

Proving your home the beehive.

Who is the queen?
I think.
I know.

I’ll take another drink.

People once called family
now reside inside this tragedy.
Alone I suffer.

The devil’s dagger!

My heart bleeds.
Certainly it is true
it makes you tougher.

I write and read.
Words a solace.
Cold water splashes.

Poetry

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