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wedlock burying its sad children in the woods
never caught
never questioned
who would?

we dig them out
these vessels of flesh and blood
found holes punched in their backs

my mother beat me so much as a kid
with cooking spoons, belts, coat hangers on a nigh-daily basis
it crushed my spine, it crushed my self esteem
and every time she locked me in the attic, i internalized all of it

so i grew up to be self-loathing
i grew up to be depressed
i grew up to spend entire weeks with my head buried in my hands