It was a break-in
She had left the lights on
Too proud of home
Did she forget to lock the door?
Glass smashed across the floor
Her boyfriend comes over the next morning
To help her sweep it up.
Wishing with his silence
And reluctant hands
That he could understand the value of what has been burgled.
He wants to fit more locks,
He wants to bleach his whole gender
Down the same drain
All her blood went.
Occupying her body
Had always felt like a protest
Like most she was but a
Hesitant squatter within her “womanliness.”
Now it is like
Trying to live in a bombsite
All rubble and splinters.
She accepts his attempts to clean up the crime-scene
As though the rape had been
Nothing more than vandalism
When all the light had been
Ransacked from beneath her skin.
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XD
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Wow. This is..incredible
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Thank you so much! :o)
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Thanks for reading and following my blog, I look forward to reading more from “Putting the Dog to Sleep” as well.
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Oof
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Sorry :oP
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It was a thrilled oof
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