He lived in the perfect place
for a trailer park,
but his had the only wheels for miles. It
was a cemetery with just one
dead body,
a morgue with a single
black garbage bag.
We had a funeral for my hair
when he held
scissors to my skull, and swallowed my
motor cortex so I would never
run away – a promise
that he needed to check for silkworms
in case that is why my hair
stayed so soft.
My braids went into the plastic bag
and his tongue danced down my throat
daring me to move
saying he would love to
see me bend all my bones for him.
All his blankets were green
like the forest,
all his walls made of wood paneling –
me, the last young thing
and he buried me alive in his bad breath.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
He lived in the perfect place
for a trailer park,
but his had the only wheels for miles. It
was a cemetery with just one
dead body,
a morgue with a single
black garbage bag.
We had a funeral for my hair
when he held
scissors to my skull, and swallowed my
motor cortex so I would never
run away – a promise
that he needed to check for silkworms
in case that is why my hair
stayed so soft.
My braids went into the plastic bag
and his tongue danced down my throat
daring me to move
saying he would love to
see me bend all my bones for him.
All his blankets were green
like the forest,
all his walls made of wood paneling –
me, the last young thing
and he buried me alive in his bad breath.
