with mother's eyes - II

a pierce through
your heart
and
voices
speaking in tongues,
a murmur of something
in the forest
just beyond
the alter.

here,
you hear the movement.
cloth rubbing
with bare legs
guiding
the direction.

hooded faces
and red lipstick
lapped by
pink tongues
as the ripping
begins
again.

feel the skin part
again
in the same way
as it happened before
to make you live
again
through the sin,
and the heat takes you
away.

you're home.

the small whispers
of what you've done
by warm breath
in your ear.
and it's all you hear before
the ribs splinter
from your chest,
opening yourself
to the wet
inside
where you used
to hide
when you were
a child
and the wild
hadn't taken you
yet.

a kiss,

and the numb again
like last time
and the time before
when the heat
was the only thing
you remembered.

but now
the sorrow
is lifting
and the regret is
nothing more than a
bad dream
through
someone else's eyes
as
they release you.

through the mist
of hissing
pink lips,
you're reborn again
to live
through the sorrow once more
as they release the gore
from the hidden part of you,
just beneath the core.
and what they have in store
is more
than you think
you can handle
for eternity.