He kept me a secret. Like I was something to be ashamed of. I labeled myself insufficient. Wrapped myself in a cloak of shame. Hung my head low.
I cut out my tongue and locked I️t away in a drawer. Touched the fire to erase my fingertips so I would not leave a mark. Did not let my nails dig too deep. Did not be too loud.
I laid on the back of his tongue and tasted every other girl that resided in his mouth. Every name a trigger. Dyed my hair a rainbow so He could never say it was her hair on his pillow.
I opened the door. Made the path to destruction easily accessible. Too weak to fight. Too hoarse to ask any more questions. I fed off his lies like they would nourish me.
Never opened closed doors because there was always something new to discover