The Sun and Her Flowers. Белые стихи, от которых распускаются цветы - страница 9



каждый любовник, который прикасается ко мне, – это ты,
их пальцы – это ты,
их рты – это ты,
и пока они
не ложатся на меня – это снова ты.
и я так устала
делать все по-твоему,
– it isn’t working
i’ve spent years trying to figure out
how i could have stopped it
but the sun can’t stop the storm from coming
the tree can’t stop the ax
i can’t blame myself for having a hole
the size of your manhood in my chest anymore
it’s too heavy to carry your guilt – i’m setting it down
i’m tired of decorating this place with your shame
as if it belongs to me
it’s too much to walk around with
what your hands have done
if it’s not my hands that have done it
the truth comes to me suddenly – after years of rain
the truth comes like sunlight
pouring through an open window
it takes a long time to get here
but it all comes full circle
it takes a broken person to come searching
for meaning between my legs
it takes a complete. whole. perfectly designed
person to survive it
it takes monsters to steal souls
and fighters to reclaim them
this home is what i came into this world with
was the first home
will be the last home
you can’t take it
there is no space for you

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