The Victim
A poem
Nov 15, 2020
Fetal position is supposed to act
As a shrinkage
Hovering over time periods now vacant
Do you remember when your corset broke
Right in the eye catching view of the hunter? The thief?
Eyes acting as your internal overcast
They don’t remember, but you do
And boy, you run with it
You were truly grown from the lushest, most delectable fruits
But you promote inner rot?
Let it fuzz
Over that higher plane
And all that you could’ve done to stop it
Was simply remove your
Knees
From your chest
Look back at your broken corset,
And thank it.