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Poetry

it’s weird these pesky memories

1, 2-
she gave me puke juice
3, 4-
then locked the door
5, 6-
pushed me down the stairs
7, 8-
buried me alive
9, 10-
shoved knives up me
11, 12-
tazered me, relentlessly
13, 14-
kicked my ribs
dragged my hair
locked me in a chest
with scorpions
never got arrested.
because elite
stay alive
for some reason.

are these real or invented?
all i know is that–
these pesky memories
won’t leave me alone.
and all i hear is
“i was a good mom
it’s all i wanted to be,
i’m sorry you were a bad daughter
once you hit puberty.”

“don’t feel bad for yourself,
there are people who have had it worse off.”

yes, i’m sure we’ve all had our mother rip our labia off with her teeth and then feed it to us.
that’s just what we call growing up.

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