gravemanlanguage | truthbodydaughter | a poem

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you put your arms around me and whispered

everything will remain unsaid

*

you collected things, memories,

to take them with you

to your grave

*

who said that I wanted to live there too

*

you collected

and I stand behind your footsteps

empty-hearted

*

you took your life from mine

*

and I learned how to love myself

because I mourned my selves

the bodies of mine you stole

my insides that you decorated yourself with

and mocked at the same time

*

you never taught me your language

because you didn’t want me to speak

language would terrify you

because it doesn’t keep a lid on your secrets

*

you were convinced that silence

evicts language

and you’d put my body below yours

so that I couldn’t form words

*

you never realised that your body language

branded itself on my skin

and everyone can see it and read it

and I write it

because I don’t leave things unsaid

that seek asylum in graves

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