#TheColorsofAbuse

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YELLOWED SELF-ESTEEM

why did nobody save us

~I cannot breathe~

The sunset’s dripping yellow..

The bathroom smelt like bleach, and the fumes i’d rather

drink

I fell asleep to the washing machine.

I held my ear up to the beat,

to drown out

everything.

I’m stained with neon highlighter..

I SAID I CANNOT THINK

My tears stung like chemicals.

I wipe away with dryer sheets,

and canary yellow poison labels.

I could jump in every wash cycle,

and still not get clean.

It clings to my clothes and makes me scream.

still, I sometimes scream..

Today I woke up in the closet,

I am lost, it would seem.

Why do I relive 2015?

2016?

i do not know

I tore up my bleach-washed jeans and said goodbye forever,

I will see you all tomorrow! when my battery is low, and slowedd

and the bleach-clean, turned everything

yellow

and not white

like I had hoped and dreamed..

My youth stripped me of vibrancy,

at my core, and seams.

// Ophydia

YELLOW

Mindless Vices - Abuse ~The colors of Abuse~

*I meant to post this last week, but it truly doesn’t matter I guess🤣*

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and I felt every shade of pink🥺💖💔

You told me my favorite color:

Pink. Before I even had time

To think, peer through a prism

And pick the one to most dazzle me

Couldn't see past your shadow

Hulking in front of any light source

Swore that sunscreen you slathered

Every stolen chance on my peachy

Skin smelled like the bubblegum

Given with a serrated smile

Until hearing thanks you're the best

Then came rose quartz sunglasses

Insisting I wear them everywhere

You dared parade me convincing

They were custom-made rare when

Really a bulk buy--other pairs forced

On others in grosgrain bow pigtails

Pinafores dyed pink to match

Petit fours served at tea parties

Right outside the bedroom door

Tutus and ballet shoes

Cotton candy Pepto Bismol

Sick all over the floor after

Cannot stand the sight of these

Pink is not a color, a disease

Dismal reminder of everything

Taken from me

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STAINED RED

*TW*

my hands are stained with cytotoxin

~shards of rubies from my eyes~

this skin consumes your stormy touch

~the clouds roll in my mind~

The lightning strikes,

it cracks my bones,

bruising from the inside

I can feel the thunder roll.

Your lips so sweet, and glistening.

-i’m so dizzy in the head.

Your words so vile

in the air

the things you say are red

and I know,

you love when i’m in pain..

from the lack of tears you’ve shed.

you say apologies,

should come from me.

despite the storms and lies you bled..

// Ophydia

RED

Mindless Vices - Abuse ~The colors of Abuse~

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WEEK 2 - ABUSE

~The colors of Abuse~

[August 8th - August 14th]

Hey guys! I know this post is late! Me and Kae have had a rocky week, we’re okay!😂 Just didn’t get the chance to post as promptly as we had wanted to! Week two for Mindless Vices we wanted to focus on abuse (mental and/ or physical). With the theme being colors: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, and Pink! We will be writing and sharing pieces on abuse, that tie in one of those 7 colors! We can’t wait to see what everyone writes and comes up with! We encourage anyone wanting to participate in this writing challenge with us, to absolutely do so!! Cant wait to see everyone’s work🤍

*Anyone using triggering or excessively sensitive content, please use a TRIGGER WARNING out of respect for others. Please and thank youuu.*

Use the tag #MindlessVices to get your work reblogged on both mine and Kae’s blog:) If you have any questions feel free to ask away!

I also want to give a special thanks to anyone who participated during the first week! Especially those in the @writeundertheinfluence family💕 Love you all and hope to see more this week!

Kae’s blog: @disruptivebychoice

#MindlessVices

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I wanted to give a special THANK YOU to everyone who participated in mine and Kae’s August writing challenge, Mindless Vices! Although we didn’t get the chance to post as much as we would have liked, it was wonderful getting to hear all of your beautiful work!🤍✨

Some of the beautiful writers that participated:

@dolores-hazy

@hellorheels

@courtneyohpoetry

@quiet-storm132

and members of the @writeundertheinfluence family🤍

and of course me and Kae✨💖

(Kae’s blog: @disruptivebychoice)

Go check out their amazing blogs!!

Thank you all for the love and support, maybe we will plan some more things in the future<3

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damn💔 i have no words for this one

Pink

A scar, new and raised, sits on her thigh.

Fresh flesh,

Too old to tear

Too young to release its flush.

She stares at it

Sometimes for hours,

And she wonders:

If it hadn't been for that night

--those words, that slamming door, the violent silence inside--

What would it have taken

To start new?

The summer sun beats down,

Heat wavering in the air.

Still; she can't decide,

Shorts

Or leggings.

The scars we bear are not always meant

For other people to see.

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Incredible. I love your use of relating colors, it gave the images so much life in my mind.

pink abuse

Pink - I tell myself it's pink

Our love is pink, and love ain't sick

I tell myself - I dress up in a tone so sweet

You hug me when we meet

Reality is you squeeze me and I bleed

I tell myself it's pink - and I'm the one

who blackens all your gifts

You call me Sailor Moon - but I don't cry Usagi tears

I love to feed you - but you're ruthless with me

You think I asked for it - because I was looking

wide eyed and pink

I tell myself it's pink - but it's turning to purpled

bruise, dear

And I can't tell myself this is pretty anymore,

it's turning dusty, frozen, unreal

like this story I thought

would be my first and last love!

Fuchsia shades - mean everything. I need to crawl outta here,

my pink is turning deadly, you're using it against me

I'm radically caring and that will save us all

I'm still pink - pinker than I ever was

I'm pink - so fierce, so tender, so horny, and you can't control

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I love the direction you took this.. The energy and depth, It feels so deep purple.💔

Purple

Your love is

The color of a deep mountain haze

Late in the day,

Refracting the purity of the sun.

Your love is the color

Of amethyst gems and

Forgive-me-not petals,

Dripping to the linoleum floor.

Your love is the color

Of deep, well-placed bruises,

Of lipstick I don't own,

Of a heart, starved of oxygen:

Your love

Is purple.