They know they have me when they need a pig for slaughter
Because slaughter has always rhymed with daughter.
The heaven of children lies at their mother's feet.
"I am built of anger", I say and they laugh and I close my fists
but not in welcoming of a punch, but to laugh with them
so I can remain to be a wanted animal
bearing my mother's face.
My tears dry before they reach the ground
because I am an apparition of the dead girl everyone mourns
she who laid in a vacant grave after I started eating flesh
and excreting them as blood and sweat.
If you like this one, you might want to know about the scapegoat and the lamb of God. I am not Christian in any shape or form but I like lambs a lot. I bought a plushie recently(April, 2024).