
The ones you made in the wall
Where we compressed unanswered questions
Between skin and printed memories
Incomplete stories
Haunt the space that embraces
What’s left
Inside the holes made
In your body
A bloody cave
Seeps into the empty tomb
Feeling up
Necrotic wombs
Breeding generations of unhealed wounds
Where unconvinced fingers
Claw through sinless folds
To take something that cannot be found
Through an inexcusable rape
Of minor inconveniences like
His doubts of
Her night terrors and
Your exhausting hunger
Devours all the light in sight
Holes
Born into necks, thumbs, foreskin, knuckles and abdomen
Until the sleeping death inside you wakes
And you face your shadow
And your ego dies
And through that weeping gap between
Your left and right thigh
Screams out new life~
You know the drill. Life. How bout it? xo
Ah, love gone wrong and the lessons from it.
I have a song for you, that this reminded me of.
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