Parts of me are stuck in time’s farrows
I have dug in the gutter for pieces of me
Still, I am not whole
Echoes of my forefathers’ songs call me
Muffled howls of ghosts of my tainted past mock me
Wandering souls wrap edible lace around my mouth and beg me to resist
They are snakes reincarnated,
Slithering in bed with me
Robbing me in my sleep
Laughter is their voice of victory
Chasing me to ditches, hands clenching my womb
Leaving trails of edible lace
