Plain Jane/Badass Jane-Merging

Final poem in the Plain Jane/Badass Jane series. I hope that you have enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Links to the previous poems in order are:
Pain.
Rolling over me
only thing that I can focus on.
I bring my hand up
covered in blood
realizing what she has done.
Finally.
I lay back
badass to the end.
So tired am I…
is she….
are we.
Voices screaming
calling for help
slowly….
I begin to fade.
Silver tears falling…..
I feel the arms of Jane wrap around
pulling her close
we are soon to be gone.
Panting
gasps of final air
body trembles
cold
so very cold.
I stare above
Jane and me
tainted little girl
broken at the knee.
My last breath eases out
my pain at last
laid to rest.
There are tales to tell
lessons to be learned
but no ears to hear.
Sadly
no one will ever know the truth
of Plain & Badass Jane.
Sept. 7/18
Credit for picture was given in a previous post which I am now unable to find. I will continue to look for it and when I do will post the information.
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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

Plain Jane-Little Girl Lost

This is a story poem. The links for previous poems are:
His hands on my flesh
stroking
pinching
awakening fear
tears
streaming down my cheeks.
Badass Jane
she whispers in my ear
to remain calm
when the time is right
she will come out
and she will play.
I keep my eyes squeezed shut
repress the memories
overwhelming
suffocating
if she does not come out soon
I am going to be lost.
He fists his hand in my hair
jerking my head back
pressing himself to my barren body
groaning
unaware that death waits in the wings.
My voice catches
no longer can I scream
I am waiting for Badass Jane
to come and rescue me.
Sept. 7/18
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Badass Jane 3-Vigilant

***This is a story poem. The links below are for the others in order:
Stupid bitch!
Filling herself with angst
with pain
with a sense of self defeat.
Always must I take control?
Awakening
fettered to the bed
I stretch
strain
twist and turn
I will make my get away.
Biding time.
Someone will come.
Someone
weak willed
easy to overcome
who will bend to me
allowing release.
Beneath the paper gown
my body is naked
will need to find some clothes.
My mouth is dry
sandpaper
still under the influence
of the drugs.
Oh
here he comes
the one who likes to play.
Soon my dear
you and me
we shall be free.
Sept. 7/18
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Plain Jane 3-Conscious

***This is the continuation of:
As consciousness is regained
aware I become
that the front of me
is soaked in blood.
All around
lay various men.
Rearing back
horror
I realize
I know all of them.
Gagging
I choke on flesh in my throat
aghast
what have I done?
Was it really me?
Is this the work of Badass Jane?
Was she really this mephistophelian?
Will anyone even believe me?
Shades flit
outside the corner of my eyes
if I turn my head full on
skipping into the background
they fade.
Guns have been drawn
as if I would care
100 men
against my tiny frame.
I lay on my face
gorge rising
voices screaming
sharp prick
cognizance fading away.
Sept. 7/18
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Plain Jane 2-Return to Cell

**Continuation of Pretty Colors 1 & 2
Inky black
silken
binding my arms
my legs.
Slowly consciousness
returns
waking me from my fugue.
I remember
the cell door opening
of its own accord.
I danced without
under the moonlight
while making my escape.
So how?
How is it I am back here?
Locked within the cell
drugged
groggy
feeling like hell?
I am strapped to the bed
no way to turn
head bound
kept stationary
all a ploy to drive me insane.
I know the truth though
they are afraid
Badass Jane
she will return.
Sept. 7/18
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