markbousfield

Shred each memory of me,
forget I disturbed your sleep,
discard each moment we shared,
I cannot take to this any longer,
I have to set myself free,
I have embraced my happiness,
it is within the resistance I showed
to your blood inside of me.

There is a gap,
just there,
just behind your head,
a gap where the rain is getting in,
I'm thinking about getting worried
now that the rain is getting in.

I've been lied to all of these years,
the place where the forests suddenly arose,
from the wound of your best hope that still hasn't dried,
It came from the womb,
your monthly blood,
a bargaining tool.