What I should have said then
when I couldn’t say anything
somehow my tongue
too tired from kneeling beneath
as you showered in your glory
built myself into silence
slap by slap, brick, mortar, spit
learned by being told
what is the purpose of YOUR voice?
what worth do YOU possess?
Imprint by the imprisonment of conflation
you dictate your terms
do it because it will please me
do it because I tell you to
opening up places thought involate
for your greed of sin, my loss of self
one night you said
that’s why they called you Candy
you are my favorite sweet in the box
sticky like melting toffee
now get on all fours
and my obedience became my shame
what really stopped me bolting from stable door?
the lock? the key? the strange way disapproval becomes yoke?
what I should have said then
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