My memory finds you

in the background singsong of my heart,

along the rutted path of your cruel words.

It suspends me in a foreverness,

where my unworthiness pulses with the illusion of space and time

and I am propelled into endless loops of depair.

I suffocate within karmas endless folds of my unlived lives-

in each one I cannot forget what you said

and I am haunted by the ghosts of all these silenced daughters,

while every version of myself begs me to heal.