on conversion therapy
a kid, a flashlight & electricity
& every time i dare to touch you
another shock, lightning- lightening:
dawn is almost here, i promise. you settle,
rust-red between my eyes saying this isn't my fault.
the pictures flashing outside of me, another stolen part i tucked
between my ribs another babe snatched from cribs
you brought me fire baby & i set everything alight except for you
i promised to keep you safe always, you know that?
my blood, my brother my (lover), shut your fucking mouth.
i can be yours but not the other way around. you understand this?
my tumour, my sickness, my magpie lover- do you remember this shock?
hours turning to heartbeats in
your father's basement – how i put both hands either side
of your face and his temper
corroded to my fingers, framing you like a polaroid.
if i were to die for every time i touched you,
i am a willing prometheus.
sort of cliche n a bit shit i know,,, fight me haha
