I asked for it

Would you hurt me

If I asked you to


Would you strip away my dignity

And undress me with your eyes


Let me tremble beneath

Your hungry gaze


Even as I covered over

My naked body with my hands


And sank to the cold

Bathroom floor


Until the tears came

And I sobbed



But I asked for it, right?


So, you’re off the hook.

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I will weep

When you get

What you deserve.


I will cry out with pain

When they hit you

And spit on you

And call you names


Showing their hate

Of you,

Making you feel stupid


I will lose sleep

Waiting for you to

Come home, bruised

And beaten


So I can hold you

In my arms and

Rock you to sleep


I will know why.

What you’ve done

Is unforgivable


But you are my son

I can’t help but love

What I’ve created.


This Game

You and I face each other
weapons in hand
fate tied at the wrist

And as the blood pumps and rushes
what’s left to think about?

I’m faster than you and the
blade cuts into flesh

Spilling your heart out onto the floor.

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She came to my door
Broken and shamed
Last night to explain
The unexplainable
How she rose above
The light until
She reached the
Darkness of
Your might.
It could
Be easy to
But you

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Underneath your wings
I used to lie
Breathing softly
Hidden from the world

Upon sanded beaches
Once I craved
The wind as it
Rushed onward

Up from valleys below
Caught between the realities
Sung of
In ancient lullabies

Before feeling brought
Pain and loving
Produced everything
But hate

Now I long for the
Protection and sanctification
Once given to a little child born
In the haunted memories of long ago

Ignored, though never
Living vividly
Behind an old man’s eyes

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