eggshellgirl | fingertruths | a dusted poem

you tore into my body

and I made you comfortable

*

you completely unraveled

and I composed myself

*

your hands wanted

I couldn’t get mine apart

*

I was a child when it suited you

I became a woman when you were lonely

*

I was taught that I have to give

no matter what

and men take

no matter what

as easy as that

*

I didn’t know that they would take e v e r y t h i n g

and not even ask for it

*

I didn’t know that women were watching

relieved that it wasn’t their turn

*

and whilst men’s tempers infected an entire household

and I became a child on tiptoes

women cut themselves off from their bodies

and cemented cemeteries in their chests and stomachs

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