spongey bones
ten little toes
not a single cry is heard.
i did not sing when
brought into this world.
bright blue eyes
grandfather in a tie
silent doctors grim and telling lies.
"we have no reason to believe
that she is in any pain"
twisted tendons
agony, unending
reshaping, like im made of clay
sterile tubes and lights
was all I knew, for so many nights
a macabre expanse
of leather and metal in a cruel dance
the clicking like the knell at my guillotine
fear strangling with cold hands
while the sheets witness suppressed sobs
she is not yet one
but her torture is not close to done.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
spongey bones
ten little toes
not a single cry is heard.
i did not sing when
brought into this world.
bright blue eyes
grandfather in a tie
silent doctors grim and telling lies.
"we have no reason to believe
that she is in any pain"
twisted tendons
agony, unending
reshaping, like im made of clay
sterile tubes and lights
was all I knew, for so many nights
a macabre expanse
of leather and metal in a cruel dance
the clicking like the knell at my guillotine
fear strangling with cold hands
while the sheets witness suppressed sobs
she is not yet one
but her torture is not close to done.
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