
Paper Doll

for one word to my back and zero to my face ن
two bare feet / drown in mud pie
floating underneath / goldfish glisten by
he climbs to the attic / he glides up the stairs / each step falling behind him
matches are in his trousers / dripping with fuel of past hurt / the chill cannot put it out
‘i peed in my bed / it smells so rotten / please help me be clean’
the smoke meets the small cradle / since combustion has begun / spraying water won’t stop it
the big boy meets his little / he is embracing his boy / while he shakes away others
‘i love all your sparks / ashes make me dry / we are dead and pale’
while he squats in their coffin / he drapes his love in corpses / the lid is closed to adults
the clean air becomes filthy / as he leaves the pure behind / his child will breathe through cotton
‘set fire to this place / drop your flames down here / hide your light in dark’
handsome boy clutches blankie / his other hand his cinders / it’s for his boyfriend alone
licking up his foot to chest / burning up the little friend / dripping down into his mouth
‘carve my dead body / drag your razor blade / toss my bandages’
he will capture his small haunt / he will give him what he asks / releasing the ghost from him
he slobbers at the toilet / pressed to his bloating belly / his mouth is closed and silent
‘one two three open / here’s my sweaty sock / lock the bolt my love’
“Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.” (James 1:15)
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Voices of the hive
Crimes from my past
Stare at my markings
I was only six
Ravished and assimilated
Now do it again
With your mess hall talk
Your voices and my solitude
I’m not contagious!
All of you, so normal
And my son had to die.
A human child
I was only six
Raped of self
Now do it again
With your mess hall games
Dialog is broken
You fear me
All of you, so normal
And my son had to die.