Verausgabung | poetry

I’m always trying to feel the child

that you killed

for your pleasure

I’m always trying

not to grow up the way

you wanted me to

I imagine your crooked crouching silhouette

and take my body against the current

I sense your words


behind my head

when I stop in front of a mirror

I’m trying not to see you

in the hair that you put on me

the skin that you poked

the skin that you’ve crawled under

the skin that you poisoned

I just want to be held

I was a child that needed you

and that aroused you

raising me in full heat

pushing me into all the directions

I would never have chosen for myself

and I’m so tense I can’t set myself free

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2023 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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