Plain Jane-Broken Down

***Continuation of Story poem. Previous poems are in order here:
She did it to me again.
Always
with the leaving me entrails
destruction
things I must clean up.
I am the one pummeled
cold baths
shock therapy
increased drugs
increased watching of the patient
never allowing me a chance
to unfold.
If I am locked like this
drugs
cuffs
complacent
how ever will she reappear?
Until court
when I must answer for bloodshed
for death
that I did not cause
I will be sedated.
Badass Jane
she is writhing on the leash
wanting to come out
to play
to protect
to get her revenge.
Sept. 7/18

Badass Jane-Avenging Angel

This is a story poem. Listed are links to the others in this series:
I feel her struggle
jerking away from his hands
fuck man
can she not lay still?
This is something she has done
so many times before.
I begin to rise
asserting myself
willing her to sleep
for only I will be able to do this….
Jane would surely scream.
Surprised he was
to feel my arms
legs
tighten around
draw him closer.
Eagerly
he settled in
rhythmic
not realizing my disdain.
Hooked his keys
never noticed
so intent on the ravishing of flesh
bloody blade
left in his throat
I know how to make them pay.
Sept. 7/18