Place me high above,
Taller than the rest.
Forget I’m here.
Dust accumulates.
Object not human,
Don’t eat, sleep, or shit.
The air grows stagnant.
Atrophied lungs shrivel.
Just die already,
Useless to the rest.
Immobilized and ignored.
Languish on a shelf.
Cool leather seats
Press my cheek
A road trip underway
Front seats bicker
Back seat supine
Belt buckles cut my flesh
Doctor to doctor
Nothing is wrong
But her vitality is fading
Numb apathy
Air conditioning
Sleek silver sedan
My captors
My saviors
My killers
My drivers
Winter’s death.
Violent beginnings.
Bare earth hides life.
Frozen in slumber.
Break through numbness.
Nervous needles.
Lay down roots.
Buried security.
Cautious sprouts.
Unraveling leaves.
Test the light.
Trust vitality.
These limbs don’t fit.
Doll parts inside me.
Small and rigid,
Choking hazards.
Plastic not flesh,
Hollow and bloodless.
Cold and unfeeling,
Attached to the rest of me.
Porcelain fragility,
Painted smile.
Detachable, removable,
I don’t feel the loss.
A screaming corpse,
Persistent aches,
Dead little girls who exist inside me.
Voiceless gasps,
Writhing ghosts,
Raped at birth.
Death before life.
Dominated, subjugated,
Tortured and used.
The girls are dust now.
From the ashes, I’ll haunt you.
Chiu on This 