you’re unsafe at night
I’m a child at night
don’t you make a woman out of me
because I’m not
not like this
not like you make women out of children
and I meet my own ghost in the corner
of your room
*
there’s a woman
deceased on two legs
who feels relieved
when I’m in your room
when we’re in your room
because she is left alone
but she knows what happens at night
what happens under our roof
and she can’t fall asleep
without knowing
that we made it out alive
survived another night
just like her
there you go
and now I can take care of you
during the day
see you’re fine
*
I believe the lies I’m told
I live in the silent collateral world of adults
*
there’s a woman who knows
knows what happens
and is released
as long as it’s not her
again
where am I supposed to go
now
he’s making me sick
he’s making me die
inside of my own skin
because he is all over me
his breath is in my hair
he makes me a part of himself
and I hold on to the child that I never was
that I had to be
Croque-Melpomene 