Explaining my tragedy to them

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 12, 2018

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Submitted: September 12, 2018



He asks, how did you get this scar
I say, while playing chess against my stormy nights

Let me tell you a tale, I say
A tale of

How my nights practise witchcraft on me 
How they fool me
How they tear my clothes apart 
And their cold light illuminates my breasts and embodies my femininity
That I haven’t yet learnt to fulfil
My nights, they dance on my belly, wearing my skin as a posh party dress
They dig caves through my frozen womanhood, they build railways
Over it, and time travels on them —

My womanhood is a naughty-eyed winter, an ice-land, blinking and glittering 
It hides its body under long raincoats —

[I think I’m not worth it]

My nights, they’re sacred 
They sometimes get on their knees and pray and chant
And I belt out along deliberately out of tune
Out of desperation
I pull my own hair and drag myself over the railway

These bruises and scars, that’s where they come from —

But ever since I’ve met you
I crave for you to soothe me, to breath me in
To your chest 
To feed me wild strawberries with black bread

Then I might win against my nights, my sweetheart
And my body will open as the sky on the brink of apocalypse 
I will become a woman 
And I will ask myself whether it’s going to rain
And I will answer, I’m raining

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