I lost myself In between the months of May and August, As people sped up to undress, to feel the breeze of the warm wind As I doubled my layers and was ashamed of my own skin I lost myself I let my existence chip away like overdue nail polish I let you destroy my personhood piece by piece, I was an extension of you that had to be polished I let your words dig through what I thought was tough skin and unravel tears I lost myself I forgot to smile, I forgot to let people know I was fine I forgot to lie, I forgot to lie I lost myself My existence was merely a performance But maybe I was suddenly gaining consciousness Maybe in the months of the harsh summer Where every night, crying preceded slumber Maybe I was shedding the version of me that you had created Maybe I was shedding the extension of you that you had obligated She could no longer be, her time was up She had filled you with all that was in her cup Maybe I was going through metamorphosis Maybe the aching was her death but my genesis
I just remembered I had an account here. I might be more active, it was a rough summer.
I don't pretend to know why Eve ate the apple but I know she's not the one who ****** us.
He created Her for Him. A Marionett made on a whim, discarded. The predesecor to the ****** Mother. Mary, I'm so sorry.
I wonder who realised first their limbs had strings? A lamb and a shepard Born for slaughter.
We were all daughters once.
I sat through sermons week in, week out, never a doubt about where I was meant to fit. Meek Mild Submissive Mother
I wonder what my daughters opinion is on having never been born.
I stopped reading the bible before I could discover the word for a Childless Mother but I'm pretty sure it's Women. What does that make me.
When I eat an apple, I like to cut it into slices and eat each segment individually. I'll throw away the seeds, nibble at the core, discard the skin. We were told she took a bite but I often wonder just how Eve committed her sin and what is taste like.
I do not begrudge Eve the apple. I begrudge Adam the audactiy to ask for a partner in suffering.
How long has it been my other half? Time molded you more than God, turning into something far beyond my reach. As I walked through The plains of Eden, in a search to find you, only to discover a pen and paper for me to write about you.
When buildings crumble & return back to dust & heads turn in disgust. Faced with lust & deeds Of mistrust.
When all else fades & the stars speckle Like eons of old dust collected & swept across the sky, Time will cease to exist.
While some of us ascend The staircase. Not all of us will be so fortunate In a desert of red.
In any case, No matter which way you go, Wait for me.
Wait for me at the floodgate Which passion percolates & The stars weep for us as we do For them. Don’t breathe without me, Just as I wouldn’t without you. Humble & unknowing
I don’t know what’s to become of us But I do know, I don’t want to be without you. When buildings crumble & return back to dust When all else fades & the stars speckle Like eons of old dust collected & swept across the sky.