Rotting Flesh
By Jenni Bailey
You dug into me wounds
Like a Hell Hound ready to feed
You’re that hungry to hurt me?
It hurt when you opened my wounds
But I didn’t dare let you know
You weren’t just my brother at that point
Soft Heart, messy hands
Along with the molestation, you tear me up
Always with those crazed eyes
You’re not a fucking animal
But you choose to be one
Go ahead, Be the Hell Hound that you are
I’m not you’re prized meat
The blood you have is still mine
I wish I was rotting flesh
So, my blood didn’t look pretty to you
That’s why you did that, right?
Both my brother and my abuser
You’ve also got a messy name
Your government name
Then, the name you got by your choices