Parts of me are stuck in time’s farrows

I have dug in the gutter for pieces of me

Still, I am not whole

Echoes of my forefathers’ songs call me

Muffled howls of ghosts of my tainted past mock me

Wandering souls wrap edible lace around my mouth and beg me to resist

They are snakes reincarnated,

Slithering in bed with me

Robbing me in my sleep

Laughter is their voice of victory

Chasing me to ditches, hands clenching my womb

Leaving trails of edible lace


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