Breast bones shrugged sadness
to step sideways
across stoic shoulders
and pleading ribs
rode waves of angry ash
clenching intensity
whilst words
shivered several names
of strangers.
Honest hues
man-handled her hurts
and she threw fattened fists
from alien arms--
climbing towards new capabilities
as mouth muted itself.
She starved simple traditions
to push away support networks
and maintained
stilted rapport
with mind's morosity
as agoraphobic ails
prevailed only to stitch her
inside of herself
and her sighs
swerved so many signs,
to hang as heavy beams
from her soul.
She had clung
to rejection's reign
and carried childhood
in neglect's coffin,
whilst painting perfection
along parting shots
and hot tears
had skimmed seats
swimming in realisation--
acquaintance ached
only within an abyss of abuse;
where clouds were proud
of paedophilic plots
and certificates chose
great days to die...
and loneliness
laid without shame
to kiss her final cries,
as insolent ideals
fractured familial faces--
hoisting halal rituals
to burn only as cheeks
and too-white teeth.
She learned life in last inhales,
gulping love
in economical sentences,
to clip corners
of unwritten walls
inside her beating moans.
And as ten timed
its ultimate descent,
ushers usurped
their weary weight
and statistics dissolved
in airs
of unfamiliar farewells--
like specks of saliva
in retaliation's scent;
and so,
care's curtains closed
around her invisible corpse
to print "author unknown"
inside her script.
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