With flames that lick at my toes

and scar my skin,

with brimstone and burning

and breath that exhales in

pulses and gasps

With the stinging sensations

that course through bones,

and pounding rhythms of

a beating heart

do I remember why

I close my eyes

We, the Unloved

We, the unloved

stand in solidarity

never touched by a hand

in true love

kissed only for ego

and screwed to feed

someone else’s soul.

We, the unloved

raise a hand in recognition

of broken hearts

and unwarranted fantasy that

plays out in dreams

of a non existent better life.

We, the unloved

know the game is played

but fall for her plot,

always the pawn

in someone else’s story.

We, the unloved

get lost in dreams

and pray for sleep

as we disappear

once again in to false comfort.

We, the unloved

wait desperately

to be

anything

but

“un”

Things Unsaid

If I could I would tell you
the rage I feel inside
the constricting of my chest
and the burning in my mind

If I could I would tell you
the agony that grows
every time I'm forgotten
in the struggle we all know

If I could I would tell you
and I would scream and wave my arms
that it's time to stop rewarding
the things that cause us harm

If I could I would tell you
that self-sufficient or not
it pains to be remembered
as the one that you forgot

If I could I would tell you
but in earnest we all know
that things cannot be said
from the one left below

If I could I would tell you
but silently I wait
as the chaos swirls around
and I'm locked outside the gate

If I could I would tell you
that when the storm is past
that it might just be too late
for the child that you left last

Duct tape

Quiet.

Not knowledgeable.

The lesson I’ve learned.

Quiet

Not loud.

Your voice must be earned.

Quiet

Not strong.

Passive is better.

Quiet

Not vocal

We’ll silence your letter.

Quiet

Don’t speak

No one will hear.

Quiet

It’s pointless

Not a peep in an ear.

Quiet

Don’t bother

Let this be a lesson.

Quiet

I warned you

You’re “only” a woman