Scarred Ivory








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On the heinous act of molestation. Please read. [TW]

Scarred Ivory

In another life,

another halcyon reality,

sans fractured morality,

their eyes would anoint me with love,

and mine wouldn’t beg for respect.

Days wouldn’t wilt while sleepwalking,

and shadows wouldn’t stalk my skin.

Then the night would be welcome,

and the darkness, a relief.

The wet rooftop no longer soaks my tears;

no desert left to bury them with my dreams.

Or perhaps I’m trying too hard.

I have locked away from their reach

I have locked away from their reach the shards of my broken bangles,

I have locked away from their reach the torn fabric of my blood-stained scarf,

I have locked away from their reach the unanswered echoes of my screams,

I have locked away from their reach the ashes of my dead self-esteem.

I have scratched the walls trying to forget

I have scratched the walls trying to forget their ruthless eyes,

I have scratched the walls trying to forget their toxic laugh,

I have scratched the walls trying to forget their guiltless hands,

I have scratched the walls trying to forget the cloak of shame,

I have scratched the walls trying to forget my violated name,

my existence.

And yet

And yet, my eyes couldn’t learn to lie.

Like scars

Like scars on treasured ivory,

Like scars on treasured ivory, a molested ovary

Like scars on treasured ivory, a molested ovary doesn’t die.

a molested ovary doesn’t die.

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