cold and alone i am
bruised
where you touched me.
bees crawl my skin
and burrow down
to my sorrowful heart.
magnolias, crushed underfoot -
this was once a happy place -
but all that remains is
the stench of your lust.
i think my limbs were snapped
by your
sheer force
as you claimed my innocence
as i cried out to a god i don't believe in.
ghosts walk these gardens:
ghosts of the children
you leave broken
amongst the trampled magnolias.
i start,
gasping for air,
choking back sobs.
but this is not a dream.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
cold and alone i am
bruised
where you touched me.
bees crawl my skin
and burrow down
to my sorrowful heart.
magnolias, crushed underfoot -
this was once a happy place -
but all that remains is
the stench of your lust.
i think my limbs were snapped
by your
sheer force
as you claimed my innocence
as i cried out to a god i don't believe in.
ghosts walk these gardens:
ghosts of the children
you leave broken
amongst the trampled magnolias.
i start,
gasping for air,
choking back sobs.
but this is not a dream.
copyright g. wilson 2018
