i make home of my mothers bloodied *****
there in which i sit in place of her heart
folded in upon oneself;
a shirt neatly placed within a drawer
careful hands awaken a fragile mind
cleft thoughts born from heavy tongues,
a mar amongst the brood.
draped over with shadow left by matron-age
heed the call of the other,
for naïveté will be one’s ruining
when those who give care
mislay their aptitude for it amongst the babe and wash.
Mar 10, 2023
Mar 10, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC
I have been peeled
the ripest of my juices trickle
between cracks within the fold.
held up by the hands of affronted lust
and weighed beneath twin peaks
not crafted by I
but molded for the other;
a single mirage
reflects itself onto many surfaces,
in which they have been ****** upon
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 6:13 PM UTC