She realized
She had become
The Crack between floor boards,
Whiskey sour dripping
Quietly flooding
Basements
And Graves of the undead...
She had become
The dirty grooved floor,
No mat could cover
The stains
Inflicted
Each day
Building
Stain upon stain
Layered so tightly
No webs could penetrate
She was the dust
The ash from the cigarette
The gum affixed bottom of shoe
Upon the soul
Stuck, hardened
Unable to move
To free herself
Praying for planes
Carrying bombs
To destroy or to free
Didn't matter
Which switch was pulled
As long as it ended,
The situation, the trap
Somehow unstrung,
Throat tightening
Partner knotting the noose
In secret, in silence
With great stealth
Known only to a few
Highly trained
Night after night
Knot after knot
Till she forgot
What it was like
To actual breath
Without rope or poisoned words
She lay on the floor
Confined
Confirmed
"Inferior"
"Unworthy"
Gravel, grovel
Turned to nothing
By so "great" & "noble"
Of "love"
Just lies
To buy
The story told
She was bought and
Completely sold
Slave master
Dream dyer
Soul killer
Lying thief
No remorse
Never a kindness
For anyone other
Then her own
Pitiful self
Languishing in the limbo
Of perpetually feeling
Unloved
Inflicting her wrath
Onto anyone she could lure near.
No respect. No more kindness.
Do not reward evil and cruelty
Or barter with such a troll.
Distance is my greatest friend
Hindsight shows me great truth
I live
I learn
I will not make such a tragic mistake
Again
