Woman, you are everything and more and no one can shift or change or break you down into anything else. You shine brighter than the stars in the sky. Woman, women, and all those who identify as a woman . . . I am forever in your corner. Happy International Women’s Day.
She lives underground; Apocalypsed by love.
I’m stuck in this place
shut-in an inescapable destination
she lies about her love
and I wait for the moment
she confesses–it never comes
I am a forgiving person
I think–“she’ll come to her
senses soon”
but there is no soon
and I grow tired of
standing by a shaky
promise
it is flawed and broken
lately, I’ve been feeling
flawed and broken too
finally, she waltzes in
with gifts and sweet apologies
that melt my heart
I’m putty, a weakling
she has me right where
she wants me . . .
falling back into
her world, forsaking
and forgetting mine
wind chimes clink
in the night air
lovers lock arms
cars honk horns
and speed by
Monday evening wipes
its eyes
defeated
she turns her hands
up to Tuesday
and the week
bows humbly to
stroke her ego
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Originally published in A Cornered Gurl via Medium.
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