Sprachmuster | a poem

deceased mouth voice cross-country

wax drawing bones blanket

lying there in degeneration

fatherchild unbelievable

white starch room flaccid

freckled hands and fingers

leave me alone shoulder blades

curses hair down mirror rage

drowning housebound pick me up

three numbers and what then

terror slippers you’d lose control

why are you here in my house

from your body here we are

let me go, I let myself go

dissolved then solidified with all I had

you turn grey in your bed

disease doesn’t turn you into a saint

you imagine his death

his body on the edge

and take yourself off the chessboard

bedridden figurative temper bills

perform belong memorise salt bath

deathbed earth tiles freckled chest

he did without a single word what you threatened us with

ended our childhoods cold clay

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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