I finally wrote a poem today.. first time in a long time. It was a challenge presented t me by a fellow poet to write something based off this dance.. It needs work but I’m proud of what I have so far…Here it goes:
Body hangs on the strings of
my personal puppeteer
held me down and clung to my wrists.
Ripping me in half,
savoring my misery.
In this lovers tragedy,
I gave up trying to escape your pull
learning to love that stoic face.
Finding comfort in the way you
peel layers of my
I continue seeking approval.
Does my pain suffice this time, my love?
I swear, I don’t mind the way you
I feel special having your finger prints
indented in my neck
I won’t tear away your rough hands
violating thighs, covering my screams,
Break me, if it means that you’ll stay.
I’ll even smile back at
your satanic smirk.
Continue to hurt me,
just don’t kill me with your