I am the girl ripped open

Insides out

I am the breakdown

The tattered remnants of promises to be brave I made only last week

I am blood shot eyes and acid clawing

I am eggshells and razor blades

I am numb and raw

I am efficient and lost

I am crying and I don’t know why

I need to be held but can’t stand to be touched

Wipe the tears from my eyes from a distance please

Your fingertips are like salt in an open wound

Please love me through this

Then tell me how to do the same

Please make room for my screaming

I don’t mean for you to hear it

I am the girl in a pile of garbage that can’t be picked up because a single sheet of paper weighs a ton

I hurt

My muscles ache

See me please

I’m drowning

I don’t want to tie myself to the hope that you have for me

I might sink us both

My head is bobbing in the waves

The lapping of the water against my face is soothing

Sometimes I don’t want to breathe

Don’t worry baby

Just words

No weight to them

The demons wanted a moments peace so I let them speak

They never go away you know

They will be quiet soon

I’ll take my time to kick and scream then bid them a-due

But for now they hold me and we rock in familiar rhythm

Don’t worry baby

Just words

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Jack Neece is a passionate woman often consumed by the fire within. She writes to put out the flames. A single mother of four she finds her way through the world with a fly by the seat of your pants mentality and a desire to always say yes to a new situation. Jack lives in small-town Ohio with her three sons. A huge culture shock from the fast-paced life in Vegas she is used to, but here she is.

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