Gehenna
In a ruined temple
I offered my heart. as small
As an infant’s fist
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I held my tongue when
Faced with your authority
Defenseless and scared
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I truly believed
In time you would love me as
I needed to be
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As a daughter not
As a surrogate to my
Very own mother
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Was I born broken
Or did the light displace a
Structural darkness?
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I recall your hands
Peeling wool from a flock-less
Sheep to hide your sin
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Grinding bone so that
Crippled I would never walk
On my own again
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It was your black veins
Spiraling around my throat
To silence the screams
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Never the monster
I supposed myself to be
Now a willing stray
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What have I become?
An unchecked antihero
Denouncing all love
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A dragon-scaled waif
Patiently suicidal
Tending Gehenna
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Well
Windows black as a night sky unpinned
Eyes darker still, mouth a well, an
Open-mouthed ossuary, in my soul the
Bones of a dead child turning tricks at
A critical deficit. I am a little more broken
Than I thought I would be, in the end a
Savior unsaleable, ophidian these neural
Pathways exiled by repeated exposure
To wicked trees, I opened my eyes only to
Blink you were there father remember?
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(I read this book recently on child abuse and it really got me apparently.)