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[elizabethburnsrowe-blog]

It's when you see them smiling

My stomach knots when I see them smiling

These men and this woman who have destroyed so much of what I am and what I love.

They smile at me,

As if their innocence is set in stone.

So charming,

How could they have committed atrocities?

How could they have had the leading role in destroying someone else's life?

But they did.

So smile on "innocent" ones.

For soon the world shall see,

The cracks in your smile as it's slipping

And the scowl you reserved for me.

[elizabethburnsrowe-blog]

I hope it hurts

You don't want to hear my voice in your head?

I don't want to feel your hands around my neck,

But I do.

So I hope it hurts.

I hope my voice tears at the inside of your brain,

Scratches like nails on a chalkboard,

Screams like the brakes on a train.

I hope it hurts,

Everytime my name is mentioned.

I hope it hurts,

Everytime you're forced to confront what you did.

So I hope it hurts.

I don't want to feel my heart breaking everytime our son cries for you,

But I do.

I hope my voice in your head brings you nothing but pain.

I hope you never forget the sound of my screaming,

My agony,

My utter disappointment.

I hope it hurts,

Because it's nothing less than you deserve