Irrtum | a poem

who are you?

is a terrifying question

a transgression

an invasion

if you don’t know the answer


maybe I don’t know you

who you are

who you were

and will be

but I know who filled the room with poison

but I know who raised me to destroy his own image

and memory softens into a ventilated coffin


you have been the most threatening thing to come home to

acting as if you didn’t know it

and scars were scars

because what are scars

a flinching mass grave

if you survived another day

let them rest, little girl


and I amassed life under my blanket

waiting for an empty page

keep the fire at bay

in plain sight

burning still

behind glass

and collected words

will find their mangled scars

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


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