i thought i did everything right
who do i blame for this pain of mine?
i sowed the grapes of this bitter wine
whose blood fed this corpse of a dream?
this open-mouthed monster of mirrors
mine. mine. all mine.
my blood. my tears.
my bite. on my arms. from my teeth.
my cuts. my sneers. my spit.
mine. mine. mineminemineMINE
how odd
the babe grew into her demon robes
she crawled into the monster's home
all on her own
what a big , big girl
learned to read her A-B-Cs
and then cast spells of her own ruin
YOU ARE READING
HYSTERIA
Poetryand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
