the time that sticks

you began under my belly
squinting skins of colour,
like a lizard of disgust
a mouth of powder,
father of pains,
pills and potions.

Rub my thigh,
a concave liquid secretes,
you numbed my heart,
the age of 5, father,
the abuses, you kept slipping
you numbed my lips,
the outgrown teeth and hair.

It began like a hoax,
a daydream, soft and fermenting
under my curled lips
and a sudden nightmare of arms,
a sudden floating plethora of body parts.

(Lost my ink once again.)


 

24 Comments

  1. It hurts to see parents and life relationship turning bitter.😐
    Your ink may be running dry but it will never be lost. I believe in you and your words MVS.!❀️ Don’t stress.
    Hugs!πŸ€—

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      1. It’s difficult to balance writing with other tasks, but everything will work out.!❀️
        (It’s a pleasure to read your words, I pray that your ink never runs dry)

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      1. Lol. We all have written pieces we are not happy with. But I dare say your so called shit is better than what most write. Now, here I am on my vacation, on a beach, taking the time to read your blog, thank you for the laugh. My dear, I will be happy to read your shit any time. Stay inspired.

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