Author’s Note: I’m putting this here so I won’t lose it because, let’s face it, if I leave it anywhere else it’s going to end up at the bottom of some document I never open, and I need to be able to reference it often. You’re not going to/supposed to understand this, but if I ever get this book done, you will 😉 Nonetheless, enjoy my shit poetry!
Makeup to cover the bruises
Smiles to hide the pain
Oh what a girl wouldn’t do
To just be whole again.
Maybe it was fate
Or just a long, cruel joke
But time would soon tell her
The truth in the words he spoke.
She was not worth the light or day
She was not worth his time
She was not worth his energy
Her existence was her crime.
From the day she knew these things
Her heart began to break
What had she done to incur his wrath
And just what was at stake?
He was a man of power
In her life, so powerless
He was her only future
Nothing else to yearn or miss.
Poor little girl, he often said
You pathetic whining bitch
I’ll cut your throat, dance in your blood
You ungrateful little witch.
She changed her name to suit her mood
“A girl can change her stars”
Brayden, Abigale, Xylia,
But her body still bore the scars.
And so she took off in the night
To find herself alone
And with her dying breath she found
A new place to call home.