body memory
this is not love
burning my soul to ashes...
this cannot be love
that made my heart scream
until its love fell off at the edge of life
i have waited for a full day
to tell on you to mama
to tell to tell to tell
of how you slipped
into me
whilst i was asleep
creating fear in my heart
with your fierce look at me
ordering me to shhh shhhh shhh shut up
my body carries
a violent memory
of you forcing entry into me
of you soaking my fragile skin
with your stinking sweat
and i know this’ and i know this
that when you imprisoned me in this painful memory
you also imprisoned yourself in guilt –
unless you are a psychopath, remorseless –
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