A Child Loved By Violence By H. Yenna Kim

A Child Loved By Violence

your mother dressed
as the butcher,
throat in her hands,

tension in her arms
not unlike a noose–

you know she loves you,
just not in a good way:

you show her your famine,
and she chokes the hunger
out of you, fingerprints
purple on your jugular vein–
someday, she’ll teach you
this tender kind of killing:

the kind where everything
painful
is never pointless

and you have nothing to lose
by dying anyway

By H. Yenna Kim

Biography:

H. Yenna Kim is 16, queer, and uses both she and they pronouns. They write as a method of coping and hope to publish a book of poetry one day.

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