Softly, deftly
Night caressed me once again
I sat, drinking the ink from my pen.
What’s once more,
when the glass is always half empty?
What’s once more,
when my screams into the dark
are met with no echo
Silent as her muffled cries into the pillow
as he suffocates her joy with each look of disdain.
It was her fault,
He touched her that way.
She asked for it, with her
milky skin
and curious eyes
Her eager smile
Her shaky hands
inviting men to grip
To claim what isn’t theirs
but wasn’t quite hers
as she seemed so unsure.
Calamity brushed aside
A shattered ego, mistaken for pride
What’s once more,
when women are broken
What’s once more
to be taken as a token.
Bloody beating bruising heart
held in fists made of shards
We scream together, take this part
Alone we fear, it is too hard.