You grabbed my hands,
pulled them away from my legs
and yelled at me to stop.
I will not stop scratching
at this skin I am sick of living in,
in this world I am sick of living in.
My nails are sharp enough to draw blood.
Your words have destroyed worlds.
My brother is a self fulfilled prophecy
and I’m sure to be the same.
The monster’s eyes we thought we saw
in the darkest parts of the night,
are starting to look like yours.