groundwork | overhaul | a poem

I offered you hair and limbs and my voice

               -your hair, your limbs

my voice didn’t want to leave

so you etched it into my body

my voice in particles

stutter, daddy, stutter, stutter

I am still talking

my voice looks like you

like the blood on your hands

like the scars that nobody perceives

the scars that tell me that I’m surviving

but he didn’t

he chose to jump

that scar is a skin of mine

that scar holds me tight

keeps me up at night

vigil bright

that scar is a new birth

who comes out of there alive?

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

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