by pluviophiliac

you'd always pluck me apart;

tear me down and never

once leave me be

to reflect.

i braced myself to rise back up, time and time again; only to discover

you'd rendered me royally wasted and all the more broken every single

time you left. unspoken words of resilience had slowly been growing

inside my head; i'd tried my hardest to set them free, but i was yet to

realize that my voice was already dead.

i was still

awaiting the day

i'd find new resolution

or ultimately waste away.

Today's prompt: Dust

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