there are things

there are things i will not share
with everyone
my father’s first kick
driven to hipbone
child nights spent locked
on our bathroom floor
and how one night my lover
ripped me apart
and wept inside me
i will not talk of these things
they open me
and i will not be opened again

 

 

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