Tuesday, April 17, 2012

From Mother to Son

paisley print black lace didn’t save her face
from flesh gnawing battery acid
that leaves knotted scar knitted
pink-armor

or stop her from walking into rooms filled
with knowledge and dark haired boys.

Now 8-year-old fingers brush brail,
bled out like the red currant all acid splashing men
ride from a woman’s womb

slick mucus spit for breath
your flesh is my flesh

your blood pumps in beat
with mine.

do not poison your Eden.

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