It's eating eggs
Doesn't matter how
And you taste your
Unborn baby brother
Freshly pulled from your mother.
Slimy, slippery glide
Moving, down, inside
You kill him again.
Sex in the tub
Always fun.
Hands in hair.
Hands down there.
Water turned
Brown, fucking you
Over to puberty.
Chewing food
Feel the pop pop
A jaw unsure to set back.
Afraid of fingers dislocating
Bones. Can you still
Not breathe? The table stuck
Against ribs to crush lungs enough to
Hurt forever, but not break.