Frauengrab | transgenerational poetry

she steps into a room to disappear

become inanimate

contemplating the murder

her mother had never committed


she aligns her furniture like a cemetery

she looks after everything dead and beautiful

and swallows her mother’s uncommitted infanticide


words transcended their graves

and crept back into her skull

keeping her up at night

removing layers of her skin

her mother’s voice rust underneath her fingernails


she daydreams about her lifeless head on a pillow

good night as in it’d be pleasant not to wake up

but I’d watch her live and nothing would be scarier

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene


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