Verfallsdatum | poetry

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


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

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2023 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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