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Murdering my childhood (Video No.2)

He was the first to leave the womb  
shriveled 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  
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.  
 
I see him now, dragging  
across the cold tiled floor  
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 from slaughter.  
 
 
Author's Note
This is inspired by video 2 in the competition
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