Memory of Hands

Battered - She was beat down - Cracked - Let down
Down like suicide
Till no more broken girl - Could be found
Maybe dead - Like ashes - She died
But kept walking around.

The result - She says - Of pain to push out a baby
A woman’s red thighs - Maybe
But I think she lived before - Reincarnated
To find a better day.
But Parents - Or were they - Betrayed
So she still seeks
As the ashes - Reek - And sting her nostrils.

Maybe the next life - Will not slip through her hands.

Truthteller - They jeered - And smacked it out of her.
As she fell - The ground a friend - Her nose bled
Into her ear - So she could not hear - Her own cries.

Dream - A fright
That tonight is no gentler - Than the past nights.

So she reaches a hand - To her center
Singed - Burned - Tearing the stomach out
Storing the pain - Growing a cancer
In her gut and groin - Replacing it all with ashes - Gashes
Dying like the memory of hands.


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