Language is ice that breaks beneath our feet.

I was born into the horror of your words.

Childhood is a voice that I’m unburying until my vocal cords hurt.

And I feel your empty hands on meAnd I want to set them on fire.

when youincessantly told meto stop eating,what image did you have in mind?

I unbury the pastso that I can name the graves.

I was born with my fists outAgainst you.

You taught me everything I wished to forget.

When you put the word "love" in your mouth,All I feel is rage.