hung out to dry in the summer heat, drying
hide from skin under nails. lamb be gone to mother
milk, starved for the making of another tit. i clench my teeth, pretend
the wolf under my scalp will wake to kill another
child. reborn a predator, revenge spit and venom piss, curdled
like milk in bed pans and forgotten promises. lock your door
i’ll come for the second born, the middle child, the baby of
the dearest family.
lock your door, smear lamb blood on door knobs, fasten belt buckles.
the shades will never hide the light shining, i’ll tear down your last defence.
you’ll never be a mother again, ripping out
the last of womb.
womb - breeding - mother - child - abuse - suicide