I felt you crawl,
tinier than the pinprick they used to subdue me;
and I remember how I had felt
happy at first,
but later,
the sledge hammers cracked their weight into my skull
and my thighs melted
through the very floorboards you were conceived on.
I witnessed the bits and shreds of you
being pulled prematurely from your assumed
sanctuary,
and I wondered what kind of boy you would've kissed
and if you would've let me braid your hair;
but I turned away.
And I still walk around daily
wearing the marks that became me:
my hands gripping my face as your tears penetrated
through my squinted eyelids.
For a while,
I didn't dare to open my eyes when I had to use the bathroom..
And now I see your face when I look at my children.

Tremendous!








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