just a hollow body
I was innocent once
worshiped the fist
punched in the face
as a child –
taught to quit
pulled by the hair
spat on
made to feel
I was to blame
for her frustrations
clawed me with talons
scared me with words
I could rely on
something
happens to you
when you are told
you will amount
to nothing
I’m nil
I could swallow
a bottle
and **** me
I’d be
hollow
as I am
still
no heart
no innards
for vultures
to gorge
just a shell
of a self
in hell
filled
with other
mockingbirds