i
my lungs were in a bonfire
a monumental sacrifice i was too young to make
but i grabbed them by the stems and yanked them out of my chest
and cast them into the blaze;
the sound of their feet dancing to a heavenly rhythm
were cracking thousands of tiny holes into my poor skull,
i couldn’t see past the light
They put my body up right in the centre of the church
and pinned badges to my dress
and pricked my skin with the pins
until my heart ricocheted up my throat and out my mouth.
the only thing they didn’t see
was what was happening to me.
they wanted suffocation; i wanted to be let free.
their hands were never off me
they choked my starving heart and crippled my dying body-
he came one night and cut my tongue out so i couldn’t scream
and spat that i was reckless.
he tied my wrists to pillars and put my heart in a jar
and fed my tongue to his dogs to vomit back up again:
so my scream got stuck in my head.
he whispered to me from up the stairwell these sweet little sounds-
he wanted my eyes to see
because i saw the visions
that he longed for, and he saw them when my pupils dilated.
I pulled and pulled and pulled at
my chains until the church walls
came tumbling over my head and the heads of his congregants;
those walls, they put the fire out.
i sliced my hair and tore off my dress
and i ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran
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