Husband Rape Poems

Bathing with Bathsheba

By Mark D. Stucky
As you bathed bare below the high palace
were you intentionally seductive?
The citadel was in plain view,
and so apparently were you.

Or...

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I don't know what rape is,
Is it my uncle pinching my buttocks, Asking me to bring a glass of water
Or is it my father who...

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The Passing of Fear
A mark on the door…

It is so quiet here, 
I believe that I can hear a snake, 
meandering across the dirt road,...

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A Wooden Riddle

I walk through walls, 
but I'm not dead. 
(as they are unfinished) 
I try to keep the plans, 
locked in my head. 
From...

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Daily Lives

Quietly I walk into the room. 
You have been asleep for hours. 
You got home late, 
not for the first time,
not the last. 
Days...

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The Cashier at the 5 and Dime

She does not wear paint on her face. 
I noticed, there is no war to be found, 
around the...

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Real Men

Bigger than life, 
the man I married, 
is/was everything and more, 
I thought before, 
I said I do. 

He took care of his family,...

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New Stomps
 
Today I have again, 
been told the value of my worth. 

Limitless...
or at least the value of 
new socks and shoes, 
by a...

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"Chicken" Dinner

Invited, 
for the first time, 
it might well be the last. 

A tux was too much, 
a swimsuit too little. 
I thought I would...

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NO

I am not dark. 
I write happy things, 
most of the time. 
I can not help it, 
if I spilled my coffee, 
the phone rang,...

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All About Me

Your wife is pretty, 
You are stupid. 
When she finds, 
another man, (and she will)
a better man,  (one that does not leave)
one...

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Important Me

I drive a bright car. 
It is not a lemon 
but it has the same color.
I don’t understand, 
why the man laughed, 
as I...

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Black Lightning

Strikes the ground, the tree, 
and me… in the heart. 

She left last night. 
The clouds gathered all day, 
So I should have expected...

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Another One Down
And another one bites the dust. 

Marriage. 
My friend, my neighbor, the lady next door, 
Rampant miscalculations of being too nice, 
two people...

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My Guy

Yes, my guy.
Like the song in my heart, that repeats, 
when I listen ever so closely to things that matter.

Puts me first, when I...

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