and before they beat me
they pooled my blood
in a secretive cyst who shrieked
in abscess pus and lancing
they opened her raw and left me
intubated sedated and celibate sobered
they pulled my purpose from under my desk
with a thread, held me from my children
and released the fire storm
they crawled into my organs and out of his
as he tried to turn me to dust. he spewed
down my throat an uncleanliness so potent
I had to be swabbed and here I find myself back
on bed rest. they will not chain me here
they will not beat me with their punches
and I will not waiver by my strength
cos before they beat me I will have beaten them
down to the sweetest pulp I can muster
the most rigid limbs and fallen flesh I can barter
and they will hear it over and over again
that I will never, never be the dust.
About the Creator
Elsie Coen
i am a middle school teacher whose words are not always appropriate for the classroom, but I'm sure as hell they've run their course through those kids' minds. salivate over the words and chew them until they're yours and only yours.
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