unlucky

for the unlucky
ones, as chicks
hatched for trouble

i’ve been watching them for some time
alive or dead
its never the same again
the work of a sex slave
there’s no end to it

what freedom from damage is there
replace a wing
give a woman a new heart
forget soul

what healing
in the cracked lines of memory
the music of trauma
some moments shrieking and others
a soft hummm or a drone
the recognition that it just goes on
and on and on and on

forgotten until
this unlucky second shatters dignity

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