Softly, as in a morning sunrise
She rises to sit on the edge of her world
The cloud-white sheets hide red shame
A drifting ship that just won't sink, nor forgive or forget
Ferries it all back to the space in her mind.
She turns to smell unwanted memories
The fingers she never meant to dip
In tar-like depths that crush and wreck
Each breath, until the last.
The mother of all violence gives birth
To lack of alternative vision
The nonsense of difference will change
Every form of warmth into rape.
If she had chosen to stay old
Like the sea, her waves silvery
But really mercury,
Heavy cancer flowing through my lungs
The right to a vision
Is freedom's greatest sin.
Take my hand, it's over:
Will you ever trust again?
I knew it...
And I could kill for just a glimpse
Of the faintest shade of pink.
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