What a torture you are!
I’ve been gathering you long.
Being done for
I didn’t know how to be through with you.
To get along.
I’ve been canned.
Parts kept apart.
Belong is a must. I don’t belong.
Irritating like a baby.
I’ve never waited for you.
I’ve never asked your presence.
I haven’t even known of you.
Son of mine, your vicious, vicious –
There was no trace of violence.
He asked about my favourite scent.
Now I’m singing, being
for him a rest.
Silence. All the motions inside.
Seduced, suspended. There is
no way out. My own dark powers arrest.
Slowly growing killing cells
each word. Every gesture.
Never never never ends,
not even after my death.
Singing another – me – at best?
Better than a lover left.
Each word is some taking the hook.
I misunderstand to be
First published in Women in War (anthology).
However the most elementary right of us is ‘the right to life’, this right is the most often affronted one…Just like our right to human dignity…