Jan 23, 2007 23:49
rape
1.23.2007
i woke up this morning
to see my hyacinth blooming
(deep-blue purple)
like the bruises
snaking on vines
from my wrists to my arms
where hands held me
rough as bark
and just as biting
and on my neck where
his teeth were
bared and he drooled
and groaned like
dogs at a gate
but drunken with stale beer
nothing has changed
save for that space
behind my eyes
i don't think that
will ever be the same