… 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