ecdysis
Hearing it,
Dissipating,
Phases.
Blurs between the lines of their lips
But then it happened
I felt it.
Throughout my body
Rushing, no.
Boiling,
circling
From the inside of my cornea
to the deepest core of my soul,
Hate.
like a dream
one moment it’s there
unbearable
no distinction
between life or dream
The first time we met
Hate and I
Was because of him.
He dared to lay a hand
on her,
Dirty and uncut
His heavy hand
Released
upon the peachy tenderness of my mother’s cheek.
Bruising it,
Heating it,
Without realizing
he had also hit the face of his child.
Hate emerging
Taking over the innocence of my childish body
Skinning
Shedding
My baby skin
Into a cold layer
Of this skin
Irreversible growth.