mother wound by Melita White

These thoughts of you
are thorns that return,
stick in and make me bleed
With skin pricked open
I can almost feel
but without you, I cannot speak

The times we speak
go best when you
make me swallow the shame you feel
You always return
unzip me open
unloose my vessels to bleed

You love my lunar bleed
Feign interest while I speak
Your fingers prise me open,
prepare the path for you
Ease your snug return
inside where you can feel

When you are fed you feel
and from my wound milk bleeds
And there your mouth returns
Your milk-stained beard does speak
It seems that you are only you
when you eat me open

It is only to you I can open
It is only with you I can feel
It is only with you I become you
It is only for you I bleed
It is through your mouth I speak
It is only to you I return

It is only to her you return
It is only with mother you open
You don’t yet know how to speak
And you are too frightened to feel
A feather makes you bleed
There really is no you

Since your return you make me feel
like an open vessel you want to bleed
I can no longer speak these words for you

Melita White is founder and writer of the blog Feminist Confessional, a space that features feminist poetry, essays and personal pieces in a confessional style, with a focus on the MeToo movement. She is a spoken word artist, a composer and musician and loves making all kinds of things. / Feminist Confessional YouTube channel

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