Archives for posts with tag: angry woman poetry

#1

I let you cut me

once too often with your blunt

indifferent knives

 

#2

I let you undo

me as easily as a

newly stitched zipper

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and did you

think that

I lacked the being?

that

I wouldn’t take

the sharp/en/d

of this

pen,

stab you

right

through

your throat

your lungs

your heart

with it?

eventually

impaling you

as

self righteously

as you have

continually demanded.

so you

raped

the goddess-

tore down her

mighty house

of pillars

with all your

force.

you could not know it

at

the time –

but you helped

her to trap

you

in the broken toothed columns

and walls of

her

old temple.

forever you will feel

beauty belief

bricked built

broken.

lost.

She has her

quiet

revenge.

i watched you stretch

out your hand

and,

as

carelessly

as if it were

a weed,

pluck my heart

from

my chest.

i remember that

 you held it

up to the

sun,

seemingly admiring the

red gleam glisten

 faint

pulsation

until it

finally stopped.

bright shine viscera

dangled from

your fist

like tendrilled

roots,

my soul

clinging

like  mud tied

dirt.

in the

old days

i might have

pegged you out,

staked you

spreadeagled,

left you

for the elements

and the birds-

tight stretched skin

and flesh

eventually turned to

sinewy connections

stripped

clean

clear,

reducing you

and me to

the bony basic

points

we all come

down to.

And she feels it now,

Tingling,

Just below the surface of her skin,

As inevitable as

The movement of storm clouds,

The Furies unfurling their wings –

Awakened

They begin to sing.

When she opens her mouth

to speak

Their voices drown out her own,

shatter glass

crack mirrors

move time

still the beat

and

finally

stop

all

men’s hearts.

i’m Circe again:

singing stinging this man’s soul

into it’s true shape

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