a fistful of poetry | a poem that took place

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you will be my one-trick pony

you’ll do it for me

that’ll do

stay the same

don’t move

I’ve got my eyes on you

their voices infest the back of my head

*

you needed me on my fours

so that you could stand

and holler

look at me

*

I reflected your secret behaviour in public

because I thought it was normal

and I understood that

I was a child that had to be hidden away in the house

*

one trick

one trick

you’ll do that

you’ll do it for me

*

you mould and break me at the same time

*

I sit on your lap and

am taught that you’re a man

*

a g e l e s s

*

we’re all children inside

*

and you used that as a weapon

*

drinking yourself into self-oblivion

putting on a clean vest, virtuewall,

drowning what comes up for air

again and again and again

you can’t help it

you want me there

and I become a part of your destruction

*

your face, hunger, it won’t do

I eat and eat you away

but you’re still there

gaping

*

I had stopped using words

nobody wanted to hear them

I had stopped using my body

it became invisible to everyone

but you

the trench got deeper

I got smaller

your hands a cage above my head

livestock

*

do

you

think

that

he

did

something

to

her

?

“Portrait of Giulia Leonardi” by Ferdinand Hodler (1853–1918)

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