By SARAH MULDER
14 years old
New Plymouth Girls’ High School
Next time pain transforms into lightning and shoots up my legs I’ll let my mouth become a gun and inflict unworthiness upon you.
Next time my fears become monsters I’ll become a super villain, I’ll turn the odds on them and when they crawl out from under the bed I’ll provide them with something to be afraid of.
Next time I smell that scent you used to smother yourself I will force myself to keep my breakfast down because the thought of what you did makes me sick.
Next time you text me begging for my love I will probably give in because I’m a puzzle and baby, you are all my lost pieces.
This poem is part of the TEARAWAY Young Poets feature for National Poetry Day.SHARE THIS POST...