Home   Home

Slit

by Vikki Owens

After he
raped me
he slit
my belly open
and pulled out
the child
he planted,
then
crawled inside
and sewed me
shut around him.

No matter how
much I try
I cannot starve him out.

10/24/2001

Posted on 10/24/2001
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Bet Yeldem on 07/15/03 at 06:07 AM

They say we should call ourselves "survivors" not "victims" but I wonder how they forgot (if they ever knew) the pain that we carry and can never let go. You try to starve him out. I try to gorge until he must be birthed, passed out through the same channels in which he entered, sent screaming into a new world where I have the power to send him away forever.

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)