I was handed to you in my tender teens.
My innocence robbed and pillaged in many dark nights.
Your dirty fingers and foul smell lie impregnated
deep into my spirit, squashing me with the blade’s fuller.
You smother diurnally my little aching heart.
You make me small, you sabotage my womb,
producing what I hope may not be, four more of you…
You elbow me down at dawn and I drown in your eyes by dusk.
I am like a walking wounded damsel, never seen.
I dream of the me that is not yours!
I then grow strong, hammer on hand,
I strike in full force, your bloody brain falls on my plate.
A rushing frenzy muddies my water, am I free?
Suddenly, my eyes awaken obeying your commands.
Dinner is served
Reflections 