skin of my father
what have you done to me
please, leave my body behind
hammered me into my mother
chiselled her flesh into your playground
my mother lets herself be killed
something good needs to come from this
pain
something good needs to exit her wounds
something that puts up a good fight against origins
you made love to a ghost
a girl that had already died inside
made love, no
rape child
a pulse, nothing more
a pulse, all you needed
to take what you wanted
to take what had always been taken
to command and turn off the light
you raped me into existence
and after I was born
you called me ugly
before I even heard my name
Croque-Melpomene 