Crushed Rose

[becomingbutterfly]

You took your pound of flesh
Peeled back the animal skin
Pierced my thorns crimson
And flayed my back with your hair
Laid waste the blooms
Ravaged the leaves
And razed the rose bed
To wasteland tomb
Like sprites to swallow
Bones bleached in the sun
Flush with emaciation
Blushing sallow
My tears are a desert
Where an ocean once flowed

[becomingbutterfly]

Gonna add a few more. The metaphors just help me express the way this affects my heart and soul.

Drained:
I was a drop of water and you were the drain
Sucking me down into your despair
Drinking my existence to serve you
As if the center of the universe
Coursed through your veins
You poured into me
And I spilled over the edge
You drank from my flesh
And I swallowed each drop
You opened the chest of my heart
So I bled out before you
A vampire leech
You consumed me
You dripped your poison
Under my skin
Your mouth like a spider
Your body like a web
Your hands became eight legs
As you emptied my life
Rolling my wishes and hopes into little balls
And dropping them into the pit below

Surgery:
I can't explain
The feeling of you
moving within me
circulating in my blood stream
seeping into my pores
peeling back the rose
just for you
and you
you are a cancer
invading my cells
a tumor growing within
so I will cut you out
like a surgeon's blade
extricating your poison
from my veins
and breathing anew

The Hands:
My life was conceived in violence
I was suckled on fists
Weaned on beatings
Loved by the licks of a strap
Bred on hard labor
Nurtured by violation
Graduated to torture
Taught in abusing animals
And socialized by fear
Oh, I was post-conventional
Was tonight the night
She would try to kill us?
That I’d have to plunge a steak knife into her chest?
Or would she do the deed herself?
And how would I dispose of her dead body?
But I was a child…and I had to
Trust the hands that only sometimes fed me
Forcing food down my throat
Or depriving me of it
The hands that scratched and grabbed
Defiled, shook, beat and dragged
Her wrinkled, motherly hands
That I traced a thousand times in my palm
The same hands that caressed my face
And flicked off the light
I was raised in the darkness
But is that all there is?

Body and Soul:
When you said “I love you”
You mean you loved me when I was malleable
And manipulated and wish I were so now
You love the idea of me
A human totally dependent on you
You love when you owned me
When I was your slave
The rush of my legs
To be crushed by your will
My fingers to the bone
Locked away hidden
For hours each day
A stroke on the arm
And a slap in the face
You love the way I felt under your arms
The way the lick of the strap
Echoed across my fractured face
The buckle of my knees
The crunch of my bones
The wilt of my flesh
The quiver of my skin
The cleft of my temple
The cry of my voice in pain
The terror of my pierced eyes
And the way I would beg for mercy
The reflection of knives in my face
And violation in the mirror
The cower of my brow
The crest of my sweat
The crisp of my sheets
The shallows of my life
The depths of my soul
The whisper of my ghost
You mean you love the way I felt beneath you
Rise of my chest and collapse of my lungs
Taste of my breath
The throb of my heart
The ebb of my pulse
Hollowing me out
Whittling away at me
Injecting your poison
Collecting my goodness
When you say I love you
I say fuck off

[MyVoice]

So powerful!
Thanks for sharing this.

[invisible]

Becoming butterfly,
you are such a beautiful author. please write a book so i can buy it! lort you are phenomenal girl! keep up the good work, you inspired me to go and get my pen out. our words have power. thank you for sharing and inspiring me to write with your shared poems.