Poem: Abused Child Describes Their Driveway (warning: triggering poem)

 

Abused Child Describes Their Driveway

 

the crushed rock has every face

you never want to see, dislocations

and furies of the damned,

all crowded together and yet so alone,

ignored and caught

under the daily dull of black wheels,

a sisyphus plod which they are forced to watch

from their mass grave. 

 

how silently i imagine they horselaugh

in permanent extreme sobs,

these sterile broken bits of stone

who jumble in criss-crossing creases

of chin, nose, cheek, lip, brow,

noon’s hottest heat without warmth,

nude without love, no love

for these limbless lopsided disgusting brains.

 

how long before the wind whittles them down

or rain chokes them

or earth grinds them slowly to feed some fire?

they’re such a punching bag for anything that moves.

ants piss on them.  leaves gag them.  shoes crunch.

there’s a garter snake that comes out sometimes,

all oozy to flex across and stretch, easy and fat,

glistening and bloated on their useless rage.

 

 

 

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