All my life and all my death are built by them:
those arrogant
manic romantics rotting from
inside out and outside in
made from mold and formed from foundations assuming
that the world owes them all and that I
bend to/for them
and that i may not be as wild, as dark as
Pulled
by power, as demented by the desperate dream that I
could wrench walls down with my will alone, that I -
could make it
f
a
l
l
Maybe I wouldn’t have wanted him
and so what?
I,
Unborn as a bride, stitched
Regifted for another’s desires –
they feared me
the fact of the potential of my beating brain broke
their resolve, and
they ripped me apart
… pilfering my voice from another dead woman, and
(when they slashed me in two? To silence me?)
was there ever even a change?
We bend
Or they will tear us apart
i am the future to never be glimpsed; I
am vengeance and justice, ceaselessly sleeping
in a place where my shattered-glass soul can
never be
touched
by YOU
All my life and all my death were ruled by men;
but one day
i
will
open
my eyes