eat my dust.

his appendage entered me whilst I slept, 
building on my neck his condensed moist breath.
I can still feel the bile collecting in my oesophagus,
losing the function of my epiglottis.

he raped my identity out of my cervix,
elected me the fool in my very own circus.
I was punched in the cunt and hate-fucked into pieces,
any section intact had salt rubbed in the creases.
because at that moment I was nothing but a hole,
a symbol of male desire being defiled and controlled. 

and the evil bloodsucker stepmother stereotype;
who slithered in to slut shame me out of spite,
then burrowed a cave into my own Dad's brain,
and imperiously bathed in all my pain. 

today marks a decade since my vulnerability was revealed,
awake in a harvesting pod in the breeding fields.
from the 13th of October I was branded a victim,
forced to see the brutal core of a patriarchal system.

tears, I cried.
meals, I missed.
your demise,
delayed to cut my wrists.

today my 20 year old self bathes in strength;
shrugs when this year marks the tenth,
cleanses her body at the lake of within.

marvel at her bewitching bullet proof skin.