the view from the kitchen floor

Remember your worth,
He said.
Remember…you’re worthless
He said
I’ll put you in a corner
And beat you down,
With fists made of words.
I’ll spit insults into your hair
That will burn through your brain
And come out through your eyes.
Flooding the floor around you.
I’ll watch you slip
In your own mess
Made up of everything that’s ever been wrong with you.
And leave you there
curled up on the floor,
Soaking in your own degradation.

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