you’ll take the fault

for these wounds

agitated by salt

with your verbal assault

 

but you’ll never yell louder

than the screaming in my head

honey, now you’ve made your bed

and you’ve got me seein’ red

 

you aren’t as big 

as you think you are

you were nothing more

than my bell jar

 

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