Pauper’s Wounds

Blooded steps
sparkling
shredding
spearing
glass shards
embedded in my soles
disabling me
as I attempt to walk through.
Brambles clutch
piercing
gouging
stabbing
beneath my skin
more blood flows
I give in.
My fault really.
I took those words to heart
played princess to the pauper
never listened
never heard the
lies embedded.
It was only with the interloper’s arrival
that it began
the decimation
of love shared.
No account
no words spoken
but suddenly
I am the bad guy.
The one who wants too much
who wants to provide happiness
who wants to make life easier.
Forgive me
silly am I
to think that a man wants a partner
who compliments
not competes with him.
What do I do?
Shrug my shoulders?
Turn around and walk away?
Pathetic thing is
I love so much
I am willing to wait.
Wait….
no that is my imagination
for love is not suppose to hurt
this way.
There will come a day
beware of that
when I will finally have enough
will walk away.
No looking back
regrets burned
think carefully.
Is a bitch
ready to spread her legs
lacking so in respect
really the desired want?
I suppose
nay
I know
that if I were respected
if I was truly loved
no enticement
would
could
drive to baser needs.
What a fucking brutal truth.
Fires burn
rage
bridges erupting
soon as foot is placed
for I am protecting myself.
No longer
never again
will I give anyone
power over me.
November 24/18
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Bruised

**Adult Subject Matter. Not indicative of anything I am going through right now.***
Bruised.
Molted yellow
garish brown
had to tell others
it was okay
I was fine.
Lied. 
Said I tripped on the stairs
cannot see at night
walked into that door
am a klutz
of the third degree.
No abuse here officer….
please leave.
Bleeding lip
eyes shaded with sadness
no escape
his way
or
no way.
I feel it.
His fist smashes
breaking cheek
nose
teeth shattering
moaning
pain engulfing.
Awaken.
Held in his arms
scalding tears
waterfall
scorching my skin.
He promises this is the last time..
I know the truth.
He will kill me.
November 24/18