Zywa Please lick me

He hits me, and she
does not feel the pain
she prefers to side with him

I laugh about it, I know it
the ritual in which I am
just the last in line

Nobody hears it, nobody sees it
Who would help me? he doesn't
shout and he doesn't hit me that hard

Hello Earth, This Is Siera
I am a red devil
do you read me?

Come In, Future
I wish to live and be licked
please lick me dry and cool

Do It Now

Poem 2436
Amsterdam, 2019-09-30

Collection: Bruises 
Keyword: Trauma 
Dedicated to: Siera Mayhew 
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