Wednesday, April 5, 2017

National Poetry Month 2/30

4.2.17


He 
took great pains to hurt her
used his words as weaponry 
hoped to carve deep into her psyche

he was misled 
thought there was something there
something worth cutting
she

had no feelings
a vacant vessel 
incapable of sensation 
he tried to damage her 
she swallowed his insults like
     morning coffee 

wondering when would this madness end?

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