she was scared then she would go
and not be able to live
beyond a twelve year old,
with her parents. When it started,
and she spent hours locked up
in the bathroom waiting for it to stop.
They came they ate into her,
tortured her soul month after month
leaving bright red tears on beds
chairs, skirts, roads
and she ran from everywhere.
They worsened, came at their wish.
And bled her life away, her legs shaking
Her eyes reflected the silent agony
she went through, as she stood
through endless hours of work.
She cannot stand because she is weak,
she cannot sleep, because she will dirty the bed,
she cannot speak because she is
catching her breath, while,
the remaining blood trickles out
beneath her in steady dribbling jets.
There inside of her it started,
that flesh day by day, eating out
blood and rooting in the place
where a life begins,
right there, it grew
and spreading tentacles
cuscutas of its veins
drained life blood from the house
that gave birth to it.
Till this day, when it has grown
into the tree, crushing beneath it
the house where, it began as a seed
and its roots drain deeper
leaving the shambled cottage's
hungry lungs cry for air.
White pallid skin, replaces golden
parched lips reflect the hunger in her
eyes, as she passes by every child
she sees, she wants it.
To be her own.
But fears, because, tomorrow
every possibility exists,
This poison ivy will never
allow a small seedling to grow
and attach itself to his
mothers womb.
Or if it does, she will
choke him to death.
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