Silent abuse

I was kissed
In an alley
By an angel
in disguise.
That man
Was my first kiss
He stole that from me.
He said look
And he kissed
He said
It’s alright
But I never felt the same
From that day onwards
I was afraid of alleys
From that day onwards
I stopped kissing people

I was sixteen.


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Humans don’t have wings


Mamma told me to sink down the sea
Mamma told me to lie on my back
And let the sun shine on my skin.
Tear off both the wings on my back
Tear off all the feathers that’s been
Weighing me down from being a human
All of this while.
Mamma said let no one walk on your back by
Calling you an angel.
Mamma told me, be a girl darling
Don’t pretend you have wings
You have two hands and that’s always enough.
Wear that striped shirt, that full sleeve one.
Ride a ship into the mouth of the sun
Burn, burn yourself up.
Then come back the next day to tell
All the tale, wear your darkness
All on your eyes, wear your burn marks
All over your tongue, spit words of fire
And let them know how
Flawed of a human you are and
Let no one walk on above you
Calling you an angel, you’re human
As flawed as everyone,
Remember that and walk up,
Work up, to your dreams.


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Nylon skirts and empty glasses


Through those shards of the window glass
Where she used to meet her morning love
In red, green, silly violets snd purples in diamond blues.
Where morning cups of coffees froze till
Their words dried out of silence.
A wind came into light through
The white painted door,
Swaying floralskirts in white and nylon, drinking the
Hot the yellow sun as she walked the dwey lawn.
She never cared in front of others
All left alone, inside a void.
She never cared, he left alone and
All of the sun’s love was in her cup.
In the shards of window glasses
Where the sun bruised it’s shade.
She wore nylon, drank from empty glasses
Danced up in circles and twirled
Till the sun set cold on her shoulder bone
And as the bedsheets set an empty trance
Of a long lost love
Of a long lost lover and her.


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Endings don’t matter


I know the ending
I clearly knows how the leaves rustles
I know the wind
It comes and it goes
But it stays too
And I’ve feel it
And all I think about the wind is
Not where it came
Nor where it went
But rather that it felt good.

You came
I know you will go
I know how it will end
I know you won’t be my side
To count the lanes of wrinkles down my eyes
To press my hands against the pillow
When it shakes
To count the leftover teeth by time
In my mouth,
You won’t be there.

But in this moment
I love you
And I know where this is going.
But you are here now,
You are here
And I see you
Smiling pretty
Looking at me like all the world
Cease to exist from now on
And only us matters.
So why should an ending matter
Because everything else is perfect now.


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It starts with an A


I am afraid of myself
For my name starts with A
Just like that in annihilation
And I was my own first victim,
With spool of truth that ties mouth
And tongue and love, the gritty teeth
Not so blind, biting on everything
From death to sheets of skin and
Touch that sees all including
You fool, you fool my dear.
I know you’re not in love with me.
You’re just in love with the part of me
That’s in love with you but
I’m more than that.

I am the sword which turns
The time too vain to too horrible
That cuts your skin and peels
The fleshes of your love until it’s
Pure Stark naked like a baby’s wings.
I am the fear on your face
When you see my book hit my desk
As sweat escapes my prisoner skin
Condensing to thin rotting air.
I am afraid of myself
For I know the capabilities of
My darkness, and it dares
Not to sleep, it rests
Upon the hammock of death, desperation and destruction
and then
I realizes that there’s a D in my name.
I rather not wake him and know
Who he is.


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No


When he comes into your room and
Slam the door and
Ask you to strip
You get up and say
The only the thing
That has been
Running through your head
For a while now.
You say no,
And when his voice
They raise
You gather the voice of your courage
Your self respect
And the word No
Falls out your mouth
Like an asteroid
Creating a crater
On his manliness.
And he demands it again
And he demands that he’s your boyfriend,
Your fiance, your husband
He repeats that you have done it before
And it’s nothing new,
He repeats that you aren’t an angel and
You aren’t pure.
And then you put your hand
In front of you
In front of his face
In the direction of these forced words
And you say No
Because a No means a No
And it will always mean a No
There is nothing more lurking
In between those two letters
There is no monster hiding
Underneath the bed but
There is a monster,
There is one standing in between
You and him
And you sheild yourself with a No
Because you aren’t a slave
And your body is yours
And because a No means a No.


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