Each birth is a lottery and unfortunately, There sits a demon where love should be. A smiling mask strapped to an angry face, Acidic words with a venomous lace, Will it be verbal or will it be fists? A scar on your mind or a bruise on your wrists? Titanium grows in the cracks where… Continue reading

Born in a monster’s lair, Raised bloody and broken and bruised, And yet when death came tempting, I looked in its eyes and refused. With a childhood steeped in violence, However young and blameless you may be, Self-hatred becomes a common theme, I believed the blame laid with me. My hands had never learnt to… Continue reading