I abandoned a house
where my childhood was still ongoing
*
I sat on a wall
and pretended that death didn’t step into my home
*
I looked out of a plane
and heard your song above the clouds
*
I knew that I
with your weight on my body
could only use words to get away
*
I studied the effortlessness of violence
in children around me
and never set foot in their houses
because I tried to escape my own
*
you’ve pushed my survival instinct
to such a degree that
my anger made me step out of my body
and fill a room
without my soul
Croque-Melpomene 