… some pieces just resonate on their own …
Vanity Fare
Her very insides tear
As he invites himself into a place
Not even she knew existed
Into the dark cavity of her soul
Where hate has been seeded
And hope won’t stand a chance
He penetrates and darkness spreads
Overtaking her world and mocking the fight in her
Garments rip
Exposing the pure flesh of innocence
He tastes her scent
From the cup of her collarbone
And his saliva burns as it evaporates
The look in his eyes
Damages the place in her heart
That would ever allow her trust another man
And love,
It will no longer live here
With each thrust
He steals a piece of her
The dignity
The confidence
The strength
Pieces of self she struggles not to feign
Struggles to make truth of
Underneath the cold steel bones
Crushing her spirits
He diminishes her
To an icy river of tears
But she fights
As flesh mutes cries
Until there is no more room for him
Under her fingernails
Until there is no more room for him
Inside of her
And everything goes numb
She never imagined the world would go silent
The second she screamed her loudest
He probed her enough to impress upon her
That ugly things happen to deserving people
And with that
The notion of self-worth escaped her
Stripping her of the ability to see her own beauty
Birthmark and quirkiness alike
Now she spends her nights
Cowering before the vanity mirror
Because when she shuts her eyes long enough
His face appears
And sometimes
In her dreams
She watches him
As he invades her being
Limp arms still pinned above her head
She searches for truth within the looking glass
For a bit of self still worth loving
And for the hope she knew of and used to believe in
When she was still the beautiful little girl
That died in that stranger’s arms years ago
Before the world became Dark
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