Why is there this word that cannot
Come off of my lips
For fear that the earth will shift.
When the meaning itself
Shattered heart and made little Her
Grovel, search, clamor, heave
For the part, laid open and bare.
This word that scorches my soul,
Gives me internal screams,
That robbed the cradle right
Through to the grave
While demanding my everything.
The hellish nightmare seeking to
Consume the child-size version… Of me.