Thin as Sticks

You hurt my innocence. Your big voice bearing down.

I was as thin as sticks. I was scaffolding quavering under your blows.

When I dreamt of faces in the walls and scared myself,

you were in the grain of the wood,

in the cracks of the house you owned. In the things I broke.

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Founder of BrightID

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C. Adam Stallard

C. Adam Stallard

Founder of BrightID

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