I asked for your pain. You gave it to me. It’s time for my ‘what pains you project.’
‘slow rot and yet her daughter still loved her’
betrayed by the body
so less painful than
disowned by the blood—
you bore witness to years
adopted siblings carried
by their necks into your house;
never was it home.
upside down she turned them
before you one by one
the only silence to a thirsty tongue
till her guts turned inside out;
they found her turned inside out.
that house now of rot and ruin
is sealed off, no love that ever grew in
no angel could ever view in
still they found you;
you were always there.
you were always there.
she chose the amber for her eye
not you, never the apple of her eye
still somehow, they found you;
you were always there.
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#whatpainsyouproject –
a poem for an anonymous reader and their pain…
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