Elisa Bernabeu Fornara

Anyways, I'm so beautifully broken

His words as they overlap hers,

She looks up to catch his gaze

But his thoughtless ignorance catches his attention.

She opens her mouth only to find the emptiness it has to give according to him

The embarrassment touches her unwillingly and slithers through her skin-

Anyways,

She’d like to say she fights it,

The slithering, slicing, sheathing words that cover hers’

But she can’t move under his thinly thought observations

thrown at her like scraps given to a dog.

Like she barked out of line and he needs to tame her not to talk-

Remarks he says randomly but that she doesn’t take easily

As they circle her head, make her dizzy-

Anyways,

Like a lion jumping through a hoop,

Something so majestic being so controlled

All that is left to do is jump through the hole

That drives her to give more-

Anyways,

At last, she put the knife in his hand

As tears rolled down her face

he dug into her heart

Blood stained his beautiful skin

But she was happy

Because red was his favourite colour

Right?

Like the trainer who awarded the lion with its poisoned treats,

There was no escape to the endless cycle of puppeteering as

He used her broken pieces

To try to put himself back together

You can’t fix what’s already broken

Can you?

She was so beautifully broken.

The sorrow in her eyes

Told a million stories

But the smile told a million lies.

Anyways,

What were you saying?