Keeping Your Gargoyles At Bay | You Told Me To Be Silent | A Poem | Walking Through Marshlands

You looked
At me
With an
Open mouth.

I know your teeth

Inside out.

I fed myself.

Everything happened in your name.

When would it become mine?

Something that I could call mine?

My body?

Yours to play with, deform, manipulate and curse.

Sending me into arms

And fondling hands



That hurt

And tore apart with lying caresses

Drooling tongues

Saying prayers

In unfamiliar languages.

For your sake.


I grew,

Inwards, backwards,

Around every single finger of yours,

The extremities of your friends,


Was wrong with me –

What –

What then?

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