Elementia abuse

Perhaps the first

Was the open sky

Infecting above the carpeted ground.

Books astray in an old wicker basket,

Just enough room for a girl to climb in.

Crayons drawing, thoughts wild; just

imagine at your fingertips

The World.

This is not my place.

The smile I wear is fake.

Constantly fighting to escape your

embrace,

The proof of my struggles remains on

my face.

Through tears in the dark I turn over

to see-

A stranger, a monster, lying next to me

i’m a mannequin, a marionette man, my actions preplanned.  i go through my motions, i do a little dance. My movements based off the crowd’s applause  i give a little wave because  that’s what i was made to do, that’s what i’m made to do, that’s what she makes me do.

Hi my name is Ayiana Once upon a time, I was a young girl Seeing the world through rose colored glasses my mother sobbed to herself at the kitchen table Wondering why Crying tears that would not relinquish  depressed feelings controlled thoughts Her confidence was stolen  By a man she loved And a