Oh! Hands of agony.
Twisting life out of my inside’s.
While guilt gnaws on my heart,
my womb attacks itself.
An invasion!
Under the liquor, I know.
Stamped by a man’s life,
cut myself through the throat.
My own words, slicing
my flesh. Over and over
and over
again.
I despise June for all that it takes.
Keep it!
Keep it, I say!
I will keep words to myself.
Time will take sight,
sound,
hopefully, mind. And I can forget.
I can forget.
