You Can't Scare Me

It's been a long night,
walking back alone,
watching my feet step through blurry eyes,
it's only the craftiest hour of the night,
I won't be scared.

Stopping occasionally to wipe my eyes,
stretch my lids so nerves relax,
my hands are ice and shaking,
something else is bleeding,
but I won't worry,
I won't be scared.

Walking to back,
alone,
to the bruised times again.
Stretching a leg over crackling ground,
old pages rustle, crackle, turn,
its just the past,
so I cannot be scared.

Blurred vision clears,
crimson mucus stays in my belly,
but a boot before my face.
Before the blurred vision.

I remember counting the seconds,
to be beaten again,
let the blood fountain up and the vision fade away.

I didn't get to one,
but I remember my victory
I wasn't scared.

--All Poems by Tia E
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