Trümmerfeld | poetry

he held my back in his hands

dove, face first, in my hair

clung to the flesh of my back

the bones at his fingertips ready to crack

and held onto me

like a bark to be broken and tied

and I whispered go ahead

I know nothing else

what did they teach you

he never asked

he enjoyed

the consequences of their actions against me

what I embodied

everything that came out of their heads

and bodies

they taught me to split into pieces

and let myself be reassembled by all hands

but my own

and then the women howled and moaned and whispered

shame into my body

shame onto my skin

for having absorbed

for having performed

the meaning of me according to them

but I kept my soul alive in the body you tried to kill

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2023 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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