Cedar Chest

the hooked metal hanger sat between feet, compressed, stuck straight  like the bobby pins in her hair near the toilet, the crochet needle falling in the crack, while she was bending over in pain, it did not work  the first time, but second the blue towel  that she sat in-between her legs muted pain, gasped for air, rimmed to blow on the tip of her belly bottom, it tingled when T, met V in a magic disappearing, act snatching baby 3650, counting periods, since she was eleven, flowing a way from the womb she. Spoke, the river flowing encrypted in blood ladled like dark chocolate-gravy to her knees it blew like smoke, complimenting the cedar chest, stained, embossed in daises the stale smell of spring sticky hot touching reminding her of his flimsy dick pressed again against her wall, back, in her little whore house, on kitchen tables, she flew her underwear, Lady Jezebel, let down her hair, and let the hyenas smooch their lips in-between-yours, and whisper, on the oars of tongues she remembers this all, splitting seconds, kissing her moth ate dress, she did the ritual that was handed to her, binding her from her freedom- the paper dolls watched, her wrap in the breath of her baby, throwing him in the incinerator, tah-tah..  she walks swaddled in her navy sweater, in the comforts of home, tasting her choice, she can now can enroll in college. Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 06:39 AM PST   0 • 1