I was in your attic once
Your parents downstairs by the fire praying
After beating each other up
It wasn’t raining but it should have been
Our ghosts are still their now
I was in your heart once
I tried to stick my hand down your pants
I fell out and cracked my head on the ice
My first brain concussion
I was in your closet once
My mother ripped me out
Told me to never talk about it again
Was that your penis?
Or was I born with a vagina?
I was in your panties once
I have no clue where you ended up,
How softly you touch your struggle.
How deeply you breathe looking out over the ocean,
How you died staying out of trouble
Where the doctor put your dick
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