martyrdom
tonight I started walking
back to you father
it was meant to be a stroll but then I started
walking
faster father I
started chanting all
the names of all the men I ever went to bed
with father my
thighs were burning and my feet
were heavy with blood but I kept the pace and chants
of names
up father listed
them to fence posts
and the trees and didn’t stop and started getting
younger father and
walked all night till I was home
just a spark in your groin again and told you not
to bring me back to
life told you I repented
every name and had freed them of
me father
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