{"id":27328,"date":"2024-10-17T12:27:00","date_gmt":"2024-10-17T06:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/?p=27328"},"modified":"2024-10-17T12:07:32","modified_gmt":"2024-10-17T06:37:32","slug":"matryoshka","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tarshi.net\/inplainspeak\/matryoshka\/","title":{"rendered":"Matryoshka"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>a god made me in spite of its own image<br>a crooked, vile wooden doll<br>made me inside its mouth<br>and made another<br>and another<br>inside it<br>spat me out and declared war<br>with my body<br>and my body within it<br>and all these bodies<br>and their every uncouth edge<br>is god singing chants to make me<br>make me<br>like god<br>in the bronzed upper armour i carry up front<br>in the face matching the sun&#8217;s colour<br>god&#8217;s gilded, burnished skin chafing into me<br>making sounds that create the universe<br>and give me a tongue<br>and teach me to speak<br>within<br>the face is a plateau of gold<br>that is searing and soft and malleable<br>and made of want<br>the blood of which keeps staining my skin<br>god with its voice<br>keeps pouring into me a soul<br>and kissing<br>and kissing my mouth<br>into a wound<br>the mouth i open and turn green<br>for people to stand testimony<br>of god winning over me endlessly<br>when i sleep, god keeps a hand<br>over my heart<br>like a stake rooting it to place<br>aliving it<br>clenching it with all its life<br>in the girth of his palm<br>his arm growing into my ribs<br>clawing into my bones<br>rotting through my meat<br>a sickly warmth going up in fumes<br>that i inhale and exhale dust<br>made of my lungs<br>in another face god took me<br>to be his lover<br>made weaves of my skin with his blunt nails<br>and built a bed out of it<br>for my hands to know god<br>and my hands to know hands<br>god made me chew on his flesh<br>and sip on his blood<br>the root of my eyes, waxed<br>for here i cannot see beyond him<br>and when i wail and scream for deliverance<br>this god<br>saws off my jaw and stuffs it with salt<br>and calls it passion<br>dips a thumb past my lips and watches it grow<br>into the back of my skull<br>a weed<br>flowering red<br>blinding and venomous<br>like god \u2013<br>it stops right before my face<br>the last, the smallest puppet of god,<br>a seed<br>so large it scares the god<br>of its own creation<br>so small in its colour<br>in its breath<br>in its word<br>this face cannot speak in god&#8217;s tongue<br>and stares unflinching down god&#8217;s throat<br>as it would at death<br>and god cradles it in his lap<br>and paints and paints over it<br>god&#8217;s name is a sea of my voice in its incantation<br>an endless loop of making and unmaking me<br>endless violence and chastity<br>endlessly god saying<br>&#8220;you&#8221;<br>&#8220;you&#8221;<br>&#8220;you&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right\" style=\"font-size:12px\"><em>Cover Image: Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@sandym10?utm_content=creditCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=unsplash\">Sandy Millar<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/photos\/a-group-of-three-nesting-dolls-sitting-on-top-of-a-wooden-table-5PCeHBkMCmk?utm_content=creditCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=unsplash\">Unsplash<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>a god made me in spite of its own image<br \/>\na crooked, vile wooden 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