Victoria Hunter Poet Free verse

All I Ask

is for my identity  to be returned
for it to be tossed out a window
and for it to land  into my warm lap
so he can be driven away  and away
but he acts as if I asked  
for a bowl of his blood

This is a man who taught me
words kill women slowly
they consume their spirits
and they don't know  it's happening

I remember I made love  to this man
before my body did  
and maybe you have to
I followed him to a nightmare
where dirt sticks to you
no matter how long  you brush it off

Through to the end of it  
he said was not into me
in the beginning  my beauty
was in a black mask
now it's a hostage

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