"the heart can't break more than once."
but it can, mama. sometimes
it feels like splinters poking
from between my ribs
wood chips digging into my stomach
over, and over, and over
just the other day i saw a man
who looked like daddy
spin his daughter around
and i felt it break in my throat
three weeks ago i watched my girl
kiss a boy's rough mouth
and i felt it break in my toes
the heart breaks more than once, mama
i feel it all the time, i feel it all the time.
sometimes i think it's always breaking, mama.
sometimes i think it's always breaking.
"monsters aren't real."
i'm sorry, mama, i know
you didn't want them to be, for me,
i know you wanted them to be furry
and big and full of sharp teeth,
pressed into pages of storybooks.
but they're real, mama,
just the other day i saw a mama
raise a hand to her child in the middle of the grocery store,
a monster tucked into the corner of her mouth
monsters are in the watchful eye of a hungry man
slipping rohypnol into your drink,
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