You are a drum beat,
An unnaturally occurring rhythm
Thumping, pounding fists and
Brainsick eyes, looking without seeing.
You are the blade's edge cutting,
And tendrils of sweat dripping...
Desperation poking and
Stabbing at blue river veins.
I am the yellow sundress
Skipping down cracked Southern sidewalks.
You are counting my steps and yelling
After me not to go too far away.
I am piss-soaked panties,
Crooked bangs and soup eaten from the can.
Alone...fear and anger,
And a plastic box of ashes.
You are black grit under fingernails
Grabbing, ripping, tearing away and beating,
Beating. I am a child, and
You are a drum.
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