Dearest Catastrophe

By Jessiibear

Fri, 25 Apr 2014
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Rape is a journey,
Rape is an attack:
Take me, leave me,
then don't take me back.

"I didn't know," you say. 

You didn't know...

with fires as horrid,
they spread through your home--
every Autumn. I can walk 
every Autumn. You cannot.

You say, "I
didn't know."

strolling through 
the fires in disguise 
as the embers, I wonder,
Can I have a "good time"?

"You can," you say, 
"We should."

Oh, I've tried.
Time and again--
no fire extinguisher
to whiten your lies, or
pacify them

Let's lay on remains
of your sofa and have
a "good time"--it's Spring,
the fireplace ablaze.

I'll stroke your burnt
and bloody corpse, 
cuddling, and whisper in

what's left of your ear:

"Rape is a journey,
Rape is an attack:
Take me, leave me,
then don't take me back."

Certificate 12
Poem
The Way of the World
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by happily_harris on

I love this, Your imagery is amazing. I loved the line, "strolling through the fires in disguise as the embers..." Keep writing! 

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

A fiery angry poem. It must take a lot of courage to write it and publish it here; I notice you have listed it as autobiography. Well done, it's good.smiley     Elsie