ecdysis

Hearing it,

Dissipating,

Phases.

Blurs between the lines of their lips 

But then it happened 

I felt it.

Throughout my body 

Rushing, no.

Boiling, 

circling 

From the inside of my cornea

to the deepest core of my soul,

Hate. 

like a dream 

one moment it’s there 

unbearable

no distinction

between life or dream 

The first time we met 

Hate and I 

Was because of him.

He dared to lay a hand 

on her,

Dirty and uncut 

His heavy hand 

Released 

upon the peachy tenderness of my mother’s cheek. 

Bruising it,

Heating it,

Without realizing

he had also hit the face of his child. 

Hate emerging 

Taking over the innocence of my childish body  

Skinning 

Shedding 

My baby skin 

Into a cold layer 

Of this skin

Irreversible growth.