04-02-2021, 05:59 AM
In fear of my childhood
He was the first to leave the womb
curled in stainless-steel
I wondered if we had ever spoken
in that quiet place.
I could feel him at night
stealing light from my candle,
citrus from my lemon drop
feeding on scraps of pleasure
that might have sustained me.
I hear the sound a mind makes
when it takes too much
and mother breaks, leaving
her clothes beside the lake.
He drags himself
across cold tiled floors
following me to nowhere
I close the door and slide the bolt.
My life, my future, finding sunlight
on the other side of childhood
an adult restored in the slaughter
He was the first to leave the womb
curled in stainless-steel
I wondered if we had ever spoken
in that quiet place.
I could feel him at night
stealing light from my candle,
citrus from my lemon drop
feeding on scraps of pleasure
that might have sustained me.
I hear the sound a mind makes
when it takes too much
and mother breaks, leaving
her clothes beside the lake.
He drags himself
across cold tiled floors
following me to nowhere
I close the door and slide the bolt.
My life, my future, finding sunlight
on the other side of childhood
an adult restored in the slaughter
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