The drip of a leaky tap
Has turned into a gush of blood.
I am terrified of time:
Its malevolent, fickle movements.
The night no longer embraces me
In its absolute blackness:
I can hear all of its voices now.
I fear if I turn just an inch,
They will tear my skin off.
I find myself being afraid
Of so many, many things.
I am so full of secrets.
History’s pull is stringer now
I dare not imagine a future
Rid of yesterday’s scratches and screams.
I fear I will turn
Into the mouthless woman
Decked in her father’s sweat
And her mother’s tired expectations.
The mouthless woman is dangerous:
She lets him have her life.
More importantly, when she finds a voice
It will only say, “Keep your eyes down, dear”,
“Do not provoke them, daughter”,
Or worst, “you’ll grow up to be just like me”.