Always quieting
my angry, boiling temper,
turns my insides black

...

Hello, my name is...
I've stopped believing in the...
I'm the problem with...

I'm SO done with fear.
If I can't accept myself,
who possibly can?

Stressful situations
left my chemical make-up
for experiment

My soul, my being;
embryonic, plasma-like
and so sensitive

Accepting my faults. Ha!
Like I could ever do that.
They just don't get it.

Dutiful Wife

“Love” as an action
On his hands and in his mind,
and I feel no touch

Passion on his mind
and pouring from his penis;
my body is numb

Although emotions
pour from my eyes, he never
wipes the tears, asks why

Fear covers my skin,
exudes from my secretions
while he smells perfume

Only one body
attends the intertwining
only one mind runs

He won’t ever touch;
I am impenetrable
he will NOT have me

My body is cold,
his anger throbs, pulsing; mad.
My heart is still warm

My eyes remain dry
temporarily hollow
while his juices drip

He connects body
and nails mine to the bed-post
I feel my soul die

My body gets cold
My heart stopped years ago. This;
my wifely duty