Screamed Seven

7, finally stumbling across
the right words to scream outloud
but coming out in waves of
fake emotions
coming across with little to no sense

I waited so long to cry out into the palms of
my mother’s ears
when I could have said what needed to be yelled
across the fires of the pews

But I couldn’t find the right way to
crawl into the arms of the devil’s skin
that night
when I realized
he fucked me over
with open wings
and closed eyelids

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