A poignant life
She lives,
One of a woman
Whose promise
Was cut short.
Whose dreams
Were dashed.
Who knows tremendous fear
For every man,
Who has seen the devil
In the guise of a man.
And it’s so hard to bare
Every thought of it,
Feels like a dagger
Through the heart.
Whenever you walk in
Her stomach plummets.
In a corner she cringes,
Her heart plunges,
A sad girl in the darkened room.
If her wishes
Were granted
She would have you
Laid across the pavement
With your blood painting her knuckles.
The agony in her heart,
Too heavy
To withstand.
Makes her want
To let gravity play God.
What you did,
Walks around
Like flesh wound
Staining all the furniture
Every creek and rumble.
In her loneliness,
Belongs to you somehow,
The chandelier of her hope
Hanging by the memories
Of what you made her feel.
Your shame
Decorates her room
She’s more bone and less skin.
Her body less of hers
And more of yours.
It’s like living in it on a rent
Like a beggar she was
Pleading with you
To leave her alone.
You buried her
While still alive.
Knowing the sun
Can’t stop the storm
From coming,
She holds tightly onto life.
Even when doing so feels like
Grasping for air,
Her lungs can’t even keep inside of it
Hopeful that verily
She will come to know happiness.
Talking of happiness
Which comes after years of rain
Like sunlight
Pouring through
That open window.
She imagines people
On their backs,
In fields of lilacs
And it takes a long time
To get here
But it all comes
Full circle.