carve out space inside of my heart.
in the moldy and rotten caverns,
in the dark places stained
with bitter memories and
so much remorse and so much anger,
in the places of shame that
covered me with impurities
leaving me to question
whether or not they chose the wrong name
twenty two years ago,
in the feeling of hands where they do not belong
that come back in the phantom nerves
i cannot seem to forget.
carve out those dark places,
and clothe me in your holiness.
and i will look like your daughter.
and i will walk, named by you,
pure and innocent,
katherine.
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