My Infanticide

And in this night,
Where the covers fly around my head,
I swim in the sea of misconception,
A calice chimera nests itself inside,
so deep, set in stone.
It falls, all the way down, to the
Pit of Black and Grey.
Escaped in notice, and in thought,
It holds me in a
Cage of Unreality, a
Body of Falsity.

I am not who I appear to be:
this mask I suffocate behind,
it holds me unwillingly.
I am your daughter,
stolen by a stranger in submission
from this world. There’s a
Secret I cannot speak, a
Face that’s eroded away…
And yet,

Find me!
God, I am stuck here,
screaming for my life, in this
Hollow, swollen dorm,
slowly being poisoned, my
blood clotting to a standstill.
Is anyone looking for me?
The monster comes:
It’s square, and shiny, and
it laughs when I cry, it
mocks my tears.
It uses my voice.

It gets darker…
The walls fold into themselves now,
and my nails bleed into my legs.
Cornered by myself, and smothered
by that faker using my face.

Down in the recesses of this heart,
in the forgotten parts of this memory,
I stand still.
And alone.
No one sees that I have been stolen,
No one sees that I have been murdered,
No one sees my cold, beautiful corpse
Buried forever,

six feet under my skin.