Janet Bernichon
BONES

"Daddy loves you."
I am silent.
My fingers down my throat
touch my bones
and I take control,
get rid what I swallowed.
My fingers choke
me like a cock.
Although sickened and strangled,
I eat food
like shame eats me.
Then all that is sucked down
is propelled out
with a force that hits walls
like a fist in anger,
like the back of his hand.
There is brutality in bones.
It protects me.
It consumes me.
"Daddy loves you."
I take control.
I will be bones.

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