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Slit by Vikki OwensAfter 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 © 2025 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. |
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