POETRYAlready Vulnerable
i was depressed,
and i wanted
to take a
walk;
you said you'd join me—
didn't mean i wanted
netflix and chill,
and you didn't take a hint
when i shoved you
away
tried to watch a movie
i didn't have any interest in
just to avoid
you;
and you forced me to touch your
dick
i don't know why i was so passive
and simply let that happen—
you're lucky i'm not the woman then
that i am now
because i would slice off your dick
with one hand and shove it
down your throat with the other
now
because women aren't to made fools of
ever,
but especially not when they're
already vulnerable.
spider up her thigh in the dimly lit room
held down, stared down
embers of the abyss snap around her
My father sexually abused me.
When I got married,
I hyphenated my name.
No one questioned it at the time.
But in the middle of my parents’ late divorce,
everyone wants to know about names.
Nietzsche warned us not to look
long into the abyss, or it will look long
into us.
It was finally
his home until
abruptly
his mind flashed
all the times he had entered a
boy
i was depressed,
and i wanted
to take a
walk;
you said you'd join me—
didn't mean i wanted
netflix and chill,
it happened before words came
to tell me how to feel about it
newly connected neurons torn apart
or perverted—
forever firing blanks into the microbiological air
As a child
The lessons taught
Can bring a pain never thought.
The lessons on trust
And heartache
Sear the soul.