Verbal D.

Other times #memories

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You ask me, rhetorically,

why quiet I cannot be: why to the four

almost winding-up winds I have to

let yous know what I feel, and whether this truth

be real or treacherously

told, whether this truth be old or natively

bold.

 

#childhood #memories

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And I realise this evening exactly

why quiet I cannot be: for every time you

aim to shut me up, I feel the rape of

anal stretch; I feel the need to be operated on;

and so it is the fear of continuing rape

that makes me this

natively bold and in need of expressing

my reality

through that terrible verbal d.; through that

d. of unending interminable expression; and

through the

colon of

semi-colon I do find my truth: the rape I did suffer

remains in my soul, withheld from your hands

as they once fondled me so.

And now it is over, and now it is said,

there is little more to be done or

be dead.

 

#childhood #memories

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And I really do want to turn bad

into good: I really do need to find sense to the

senseless repeating of hurt that is curt and

quite cutting: for the cutting you did to my

friendly and quiet be is no longer here in

my life

for you to see.

And I have recovered my life, and my

desire for love; and I really do not know where

quite next it will flower.

But flower it will of that I am sure.  And all that

remains to be said to yous now is that life is

damn good when

re-

covered

in this way.

Life is damn

good, you know;

life is damn

fin-

e.

 

#childhood #memories

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