out of the gutter | a poem

I waited to fall into the arms of a man

without falling apart

without being ripped into pieces

the arms of a man I could trust

with my life


I am kneeling for peace

but I will defend my body and raise hell

against yours

if my life depends on it

if you come to yoke me


something feasted on my mother

devoured skin and hair

and instead of emboldening my fists

I felt disgusted

and refused to forge myself

after that same image


we’d come together

as we held each other undone



is the most difficult letter to start a sentence with if you mean it


I have no time for perfection

I have no interest in perfection

get your lies out of my face


I crowned my queens in a pit

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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