I always knew you would kill me
holding your tremble and your water
with my hands
they used to be your hands, your child
they used to be sweet bread and 2nd grade
did you ever take notice
at the old woman I was becoming
did you never see the dirt under my
fingernails - dug deep into the earth
to find answers
you held back
I always knew you would kill me
because I kept looking into you
tilting my head
into space
alone with you -
but you never looked back
I'm still digging
this time with fists
aged - wicked
these are my hands now.
holding your tremble and your water
with my hands
they used to be your hands, your child
they used to be sweet bread and 2nd grade
did you ever take notice
at the old woman I was becoming
did you never see the dirt under my
fingernails - dug deep into the earth
to find answers
you held back
I always knew you would kill me
because I kept looking into you
tilting my head
into space
alone with you -
but you never looked back
I'm still digging
this time with fists
aged - wicked
these are my hands now.
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