“Don’t worry. We’re not fucking right now.”
You said it as if I couldn’t feel you thrusting.
“It’s ok, I’m almost done,” you whispered.
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I wonder if you sleep well.
Do your eyes pop open in a panic,
“What have I done?”
“What did I become?”
Do you think about me
the way I think of you?
In the night, chest heaving.
Heart-wrenching, soul bleeding
I know you don’t feel my fear
but you should.
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When I say it was a long time ago,
I mean that my nightmares are less frequent.
When I say that I’m over it,
I mean I think about it often.
I mean that I don’t function
without reminders of you.
Day to day
you are in my blood.
Surging through me
unseen, but felt.
Coursing through veins
I often dreamt of slashing.
I don’t want you here,
yet here you are.
Just like you said.
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Like a carver whittling away wood,
like a butcher slicing carcass,
like a razor piercing skin.
A needle etching into blood,
a knife engraving letters into a tree,
a dog tearing through bone.
Like a mosquito making meal of me.
You are always here, gnawing.
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I hope when you look up at me
you see more than surviving.
I hope you can smell gunpowder
on my torn open flesh-
see the wounds dripping from me
and know how hard I fought
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“Do you think they can see me?”
I ask myself.
Of course, they can.
They have two eyes and you’re right here.
Alive and breathing still.
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The swirl of your tongue
Makes magic at the meeting of me.
Oceans of promise part
My chest rises and I am found
Every few months I get to meet myself again.
I look into the mirror and see a ghost.
Who am I? Where did I come from?
I know it’s me that I’m looking at
but nothing is recognizable.
“I have green eyes,” I tell myself.
This will be over soon,
I remember from the last time.
I am not scared of the stranger in front of me;
I wait with bated breath to know her name.
Don’t look at me any differently.
Don’t cock your head to the side
with a half smile full of pity.
Don’t tell me you’re so sorry.
I wouldn’t change this for the world.
turned me into iron. I fought tooth and nail to stand here.
I bled for this to be over
and now it’s over.
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I’d appreciate you more if you were dead.
Your sinewy arms and wavy hair.
Maybe they would come to me in dreams
instead of nightmares.
Maybe I would wake up smiling.