Attic

They beat you with burning

Glistening slim canes and

They always leave ruby marks

And lines indented. A drawn out

Barb so we knew that

God loved us. She burnt you because

She wanted to know if

You could love her; you stopped

Her heart with a cork and she

Floated. I was in white netting

Like a fish and I gasped for air in

Choked breath; I could not move

My arms but because I was water

I put her out. Later you cut me

Out and thank me; a stumped

Hand with heat-tightened flesh stretched

over

Milky-water eyes, confessional

In a spluttering kiss.

Image: Elizabeth Aline

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