|the rubbish truck
Author: girl insect PM
in the space between my fingers I find rats chewing my childhood.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 109 - Published: 03-03-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3105625
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In the mouth of the rubbish truck,
we are woven like hair,
golden wrappers brushing our skin,
in the space between my fingers,
I find rats chewing my childhood,
as if they rip my own flesh with their teeth,
it is only a hairpin like caviar.
I lost it once,
in a gap between the floorboards,
where monsters devoured old receipts,
dying leaves dyed their skin green.
Remember being alone?
When nightmares like needles
drained blood from your face,
I remember it too. And we floated from there
from the lint from the carpet
to the teeth of this rubbish compactor,
with the cinema tickets, the broken watch.