poetry

Atavistic violence.

dark dawn dusk evening

(Before it mattered-)

I was a midnight ghoul
casting prayers and hexes
leaving stains where I knelt
before an empty bed—

(But now-)

I smear lipstick
to find something holy
I paint the space
behind my eyes red
I bare atavistic teeth
and take a bite out of God—

(However later-)

I scream out filthy curses
I scream out malevolence
I scream out the names
of every motherfucker
that ever laid a finger on me.

© Nancy Botta, 2018

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