Invaded

I can't breathe!
I say, No!

Get....off...of...me....please....

feeling dirtied by hands I knew,
old kitchen grime
clings to my skin
snail's film.

Nails in his skin
Proof of his sin
Metal ring in my head
Makes me wish I was dead...

Haunting laughter
Sickly smile.
He's doing this in love,
This is how men show love...

Red hemoglobin on my tongue
My teeth grinding neurotically...
Open wound my tongue penetrates

Swelling is the first reaction of physical tramua.
Diassaociating is the first reaction of the brain...

willfully deaf
Ownership
A body not his

my eyes lock
a sparrow
quietly decaying
on a silver high-rise windowpane

dead
I am dead


death
that crawls in through
splinters
paper cuts

sparrow, sparrow
crawl into my marrow
void, please
make me devoid

his smile
it files
a part of myself slipping away

he showers
baptism of his sin
down New York City drains

I am a dead sparrow
that can't fly anymore