stay down, little girl
be quiet, little girl
swallow, hard, my girl
they will take your tears
and make them theirs
they will deracinate your hair from your scalp
and use it as a noose around your neck, girl
your own body, girl
and they will holler and screech
that their doing is your doing
that you brought this upon yourself
because you opened your mouth
you let your gold fall out
and they’d suck on it, take it, extract it
you handed your virtues to the wolves
they hover and salivate around your burned silhouette
they wait for the stench
they wait for the collapse
the disintegration, the decomposition
and they absorb it, the spectacle, they feast with their eyes
it can’t be slow enough
they feel their power
they can’t get enough
of you, on the ground, still life
they don’t want you to move
they act upon you
the centre of attention
they tell your body that it is useless
that it cannot be used against them
that it cannot stop them
that it is weak and drained of power
they shove false beliefs down your throat
fear in your body, you want to survive
you don’t move, stand still, take in all the pain
and they distribute and smile, virtues on white fucking walls
and you smell the bleached rot underneath it all
the spewing cracks, the truth bursting in their faces
and people believe what they see, not what they hear
they take the fairy tale over the truth any day
and now, girl, open your mouth to expel the ghosts
that polluted and incapacitated your body
Croque-Melpomene 