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grossgrlhood · 11 months
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I’d pray for you,
If god was a flower blooming in my driveway,
If she poked through the cracks in the brick,
Petals spread wide,
Drinking in the blazing glory of the sun.
I’d pray for you,
If god was a brown house moth,
Flitting and fanning her wings under the swimming moon,
Searching for a bed under it’s watery glow.
I’d pray for you,
If god was an old lady,
Hands frail and papery,
Lifetimes of cradling babies heads,
Sewing holes in the fabric of her life,
Brimming with pure devotion.
I’d pray for you.
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grossgrlhood · 11 months
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My rage for my father burns deep,
Like the drag of your first marlboro gold,
In the street on your thirteenth birthday,
The smell of candles on a cake lodged in your throat,
An enlarged tonsil only a scalpel can touch,
My father felt the burn of this rage,
It was never mine,
This burn runs deep down the generational line,
Scorched into the genome of our family tree,
First Him,
Then him,
Then him,
Then him,
Then him,
Then him,
Then me.
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