My Lips Turned Blue

My Lips Turned Blue

My lips turned blue
when I couldn't breathe,
beaten so badly.
I woke up,
pretty blue patterns
on the hospital walls,
the clowns reminded me
I was in the childrens ward.
I was still a child.
I remember being older,
I remember responsibility,
watching over him
and then watching from above
as he beat me,
his blue shirt stained red,
my blood on his baby,
his favourite football kit.
Sky Blues, Sky Blues,
he chanted on the terraces
and I screamed, unheard,
until my lips turned blue.

r.l.w

#15 Blue

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