by Jean Varda
Same Old Devil
You penetrated me
with your manhood,
breaking my world
like shattered glass,
heaving your hairy
chest against me,
scorning my existence
like crushed butterflies.
In that moment
my childhood ended,
I didn’t exist,
then you returned
with a different face,
a different story
and did me again.
I thought you loved me,
I thought you were an
angel come to rescue me
but all you were
was that same old devil
come back to hurt me.
I thought you were a love song
as you heaved yourself into me
and filled me with shame
and now I lie empty and wounded
and want to disappear.
Broken
My sister is glass
I am wire
The fire that burned her
burned me
the ice that froze my heart
froze hers
My sister is breaking down
I see parts of her
struggling to be whole
and I fall into sorrow
whose familiar arms
hold and soothe me
My sister is fine glass
like ice crystals
and snow
I am hardened fires
and blasted clay
that never breaks
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