From my book Greylight. This goes out to anyone who has been violated.
White Picket Fences
Erecting white picket fences, mowed lawns,
prestige.
of looking good leaves wholesomeness dropped to the ground, thick dust of
flakes—empty men with pockets full.
Well-dressed men with bad intentions, abortion vacation, trapped within 4 walls with hollowed men. I lost my virginity to misplaced trust, locked dorm doors,
sharp edges of a mirror, rough hands, sodomy.
My body became a barely functioning machine, knees wobbling and bruised limbs–lost in grey light, childhood of the adult he stole. Smell of salt, acrid smell of cum.
I stopped feeling,
breathing, tucked between my chest cavity. Virginity was thrown up against a sink, in a town where white picket fences and trophies hid bruises.
Someday soon you will know who has survived.
CER 2005-2018. All rights reserved. You can find more poems in my book Greylight.
