Surrender

This disembodied self

Was I always empty and waiting to be filled?

With your milk cries and more cries and mam mama won’t shut your eyes cries

A blunt heel taunts the inside of my ribcage

And you never stop your pink finger prodding, pinching, punishing

A scream has aged long in the basement of my throat

It’s threats to come out have grown feeble

I feel my muscles soften, my bones deteriorate

As you seize the tenderest parts of me

My moon-white flesh here for your eating, drinking, sleeping, soothing consumption

My skin run ragged

I have receded and in the hollow my form has left lies you,

My health and vigour your inheritance