The Collector

By Katherine Gomes

She quivers: A lamb yearning for the slaughter
by the boy raised on foul mouth and slapped wrists.
Eyes that pierce her glass chest – someone’s daughter

Hearts stretched and contorted like clay hereafter
A keepsake for the kiln crafted by fists
of her quivering body: a lamb yearning for the slaughter

she wrestles and writhes on the nearest rafter
You had forgotten this feeling that you missed
of piercing the glass chest of someone’s daughter

She prepares and douses herself in water
Bound and waiting for his fabled kiss
She quivers: a lamb yearning for the slaughter

her cavernous breast now filled with mortar
Peel off skin and let hands know bliss
As eyes pierce glass chests – someone’s daughter

Aligned with the hunter, and with the butcher
She dances in delusions of how they’ll coexist
yearning as she does: a lamb yearning for the slaughter
by eyes that pierced her chest – her father’s daughter.

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