werbepause xviii ~ [blood consciousness iii]

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.  
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  
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.
Written by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
Author's Note

to prevent confusion.. this is an incest poem... it ain't meant to be pretty
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