Fragments (Unmentionables, 23)

[NOTE: We’ve been without network for 2 days, so I’m running behind on NaPoWriMo duties. I’ll try to catch up tomorrow.]


FRAGMENTS

i.
There was a laughing mouth,
but it wasn’t mine to wear.

ii.
A stormy night stuffed
with false fathers, who
(like some real fathers)
turn away when you
turn toward them, and then
poke you when you don’t.

iii.
I have the portrait
of her rapist, framed.
It was an heirloom.
I thought someone (me?)
should have it who knew.

iv.
Death wraps the dead
in forgiveness,
bathes them and us
in surprising
sweetness. Let go.
Let go. It’s time.

v.
Like kittens no one wants
dumped in a grocery bag
under a broken bridge,
I’m trying to set free
a story no one wants
to hear, no one wants told.

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3 responses to “Fragments (Unmentionables, 23)

  1. That is certainly true – I have a friend with a daughter whose life was destroyed at a very young age and continues to struggle thanks to an uncle

  2. Pingback: Unmentionables (The Series) | Rosefire Rising

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