Flashbacks feel like
playbacks of the same damn videos;
heartbreaking memories of
daddy and mommy fighting,
red and blue police lights,
bullies on the playground,
pretend friends sharing secrets,
adult games at a young age,
men who do not know what no means,
men who say love is violence,
mothers who let you down.
Always an endless fucking loop.
And I stare with sad blue eyes that plead,
someone save me,
as if I don’t already know
the only one who can save me is
myself.
Fire & Female 