Stella

where does one begin to write about you
you told me that your heart is in a pretty bad shape

that it is heavy
with hate
with loneliness
and vengeance

you say that “Plath” of “Ariel” is your idol
and my concern is that she killed herself

tell me Stella where does one begin to write about you
when your mind carries such heavy memories,
of violence,
of fists on your little face
and the ripping off of your underwear

tell me Stella where does one begin
telling your story
without words exploding like bombs
and without an ocean of anger roaring inside

tell me Stella where does begin to end it all for you
when you say opening your thighs is now
the only thing that gives you peace –
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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