Promises

Softly, deftly

Night caressed me once again

I sat, drinking the ink from my pen.

What’s once more,

when the glass is always half empty?

What’s once more,

when my screams into the dark

are met with no echo

Silent as her muffled cries into the pillow

as he suffocates her joy with each look of disdain.

It was her fault,

He touched her that way.

She asked for it, with her

milky skin

and curious eyes

Her eager smile

Her shaky hands

inviting men to grip

To claim what isn’t theirs

but wasn’t quite hers

as she seemed so unsure.

Calamity brushed aside

A shattered ego, mistaken for pride

What’s once more,

when women are broken

What’s once more

to be taken as a token.

Bloody beating bruising heart

held in fists made of shards

We scream together, take this part

Alone we fear, it is too hard.