speak in whisper

the mark you wear,
lain upon your chest
above the heart of you,
the part they turned,
the part they soiled,
it is the love of you.

the nightmares may
never go away, but
the scars will heal.

what they made of you.
what they took.
what they tore.
what they said ...

all days end this way.
the tired, aching bones.
all nights are twin
when the nightmares come.

we are the broken freaks
they turn away from in
the dark,
the wretched wrecked
they can no longer cast eyes upon.

we are the beaten and torn,
the creased
the wilted
the troubled
the ones they made.

we are beauty eternal.
we are stronger than
their brightest light.
we are havoc.
we are
pristine.

make them scream our names
in their terrors.
make them remember us when
they tuck themselves in.
make them bleed our wounds
when they cut.

insight a war of spirit
and show them the damage.
cast away your gaze
from them
so they may never
be looked upon
again.

show them what they've done.
let them feel the hurt they've
dealt.
let them know you're still breathing.

let me take away your fears.
let me cradle you in my filth,
this place we belong.
let me touch away
what they've done.
let me be a part of you.
let me wash the crumbs from
your eyes
so you may never
have to see it
again.

let us love who we are
and what we have been
through.
let us moan
at midnight
for all the other
lost
that were broken by them.
let us be united in this
and turn them away.

let us feel this love
let us speak of it
in whisper.