February 15, 2011, several years after an abusive relationship, I wrote this poem. I revised it again today because I have survived!
Chopped up into the little bloody pieces you claimed…
would never be found.
“I’ll freeze them,” you said, “and carry them out in small trash bags each day.”
Ah… You would dispose of me one trash bag at a time.
And I believed you;
That I was trash.
Looked into a mirror after a wearisome day, and saw…
Tiny little living pieces.
“I’ll freeze them,” you said, “and no one will ever find them.”
Ah… You were wrong about that!
Little bits of me spatter on the canvas of the living now and then.
Telling your dirty little secret.
Sensed a chance to laugh at the smallest humor, but…
Trace evidence appeared on the Monet of today.
“I’ll freeze them,” you said, “No one will ever want you.”
Ah… You infected every precious part of my pitiful reality
Until I discovered the hidden masterpiece under
Your filthy dark art.
Living and breathing the beauty of love
Whilst you sleep the slumber of death…
From the bullet you put in your head.