once a daughter came to harm
in tender woodland night
pin-boned by two velvet arms
and turned a bloodless white
when cried out the mothers, “oh,
who done this deed tonight?”
i tied a ribbon round my throat
to hide the silver’s bite
and i hear the echoes of my mother,
as the smile carved her neck,
gentle and red-filled as a lover:
"beware them who call you daughter"
what my gentle father teaches
is to honor what we slay
but i split a devil into pieces,
and i threw the bones away
one man, he would’ve called that wasteful
another would call it a crime
but the third, he proudly found it tasteful
and put his hand in mine
and i hear the echoes of my mother,
as the smile carved her neck,
gentle and red-filled as a lover:
"beware them who call you daughter"
if my tale becomes a whisper
out of their maneating mouths
know that those same lips once kissed her:
their daughter, so devout
and i hear the echoes of my mother,
as the smile carved her neck,
gentle and red-filled as a lover:
"beware them who call you daughter"
my tears are wiped by steady fingers
as the smile carves my neck
and he whispers, gentle as a lover,
his belly fed, as i am bled:
he calls me “daughter”
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