The only thing my father taught me
was to kill. He showed me
many ways to do it: To put a pill
in someone’s milk and fill
their potbelly with poison
and painless death. Or to take
a dagger and drive it deep
into their stomach and spill
their innards out. Mummy taught me
that all it takes is a big blow
to the tummy and a person dies slowly
of internal bleeding.
My father tutored me in advanced techniques
to kill: With X-rays that exterminate the XX or
vacuums
that suck the life-breath out. Or with dilation
and evacuation
or curettage
which are the most modern methods of murder.
Mother said this world
is too cruel for a girl and she must learn
to kill to protect herself. Father’s read
the Law and he said it’s okay
to kill someone
in the first three months.
Mother killed me today
and I killed her back. Father’d said death
in self-defence isn’t
a cognisable offence.
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