werbepause xviii ~ [blood consciousness iii]

 
[iiii]    
a stain spread between cotton wildflowers,    
i couldn't tell where it began and I ended, just that it was as unending  
as the growing pains forcing my hips apart  
& for a small eternity, i stared into my own eyes, saw my    
little girl bones reflected there    
& sobbed.    
   
[ii]    
there is a beauty mark on the inside of my thigh,  
a smudge on my psyché  
a starting point from which he would erase the crime scene    
between my legs  
before creating another    
   
[i]    
her eye roll'd across the floor  
like a bowling ball striking my innocence;    
i want'd to climb into the iris,    
tumble into a dark corner    
& escape the sight ov my face above me,    
the warm rye on its breath as my lungs struggl'd to expand & contract.    
i bore the weight ov my confusion like sweat from its pores,  
carri'd those shameful bruises unil i could nurture them into scars.