TheFeatheredSleep – Child lost, still loved
The bells of the church rung
He said it’s why he didn’t turn back
That and blossom in the thimbling trees so early
He believed in signs and symbols, so did I
Before I was grown and knew the torn things inside
He was the boy who learned on me
I gave what I could, but kept two things to myself
My secret was, I wanted a child
My sin was, letting him take you back
Standing fighting at the top of his marble stairwell
Smelling of his mother’s perfume and congealed cough sweets
I saw myself falling, pinwheel, before he cast me down
The imprint of his reedy hands, a daisy chain around pale throat
His child in my swelling belly, with eyes the color of regret
He said it was an accident, I felt his hate as I lost my balance
Jabbing me in the back with whisper…
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