ABUSED // DISHONESTwrist blooms open like red gardenia blushing. his index finger slid over my cheekbone. once. naked. in full term. a space where soft peels itself off the walls smell of raw and sweet meat. sweet meat open like grandmother’s ash gourd garden. his mouth climbed and slid down my belly button. claim. stamp. marked territory. body crammed into unwelcoming body the walls dig for unadulterated sapphire crystals. sapphire crystals open like ice broken clean down the middle. his eyes slid away silent after raking foolishly. infidelity. dishonor. limp. crawling on tips back into thorn bed the walls finally stop muttering under their breath at dusk. A PHOTOGRAPH FROM MY CHILDHOODi am smiling. i don’t remember how the photograph has too much noise on it. in it. i suffered to be a daughter to a father in a country i didn’t believe existed. summer crawled slow on my spine when i was five y/o and a leaf in the eye of abandonment. the grayed center of a rose when a door closes. lack of sunlight. crisp fresh only on the edge lines. muffled moans echoing. skin filthy skin hurts bleeds skin hurts and bleeds. worn inside out red and virginal. like church falling to its knees. ✱✱✱
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