You Win; I am Dead

February 15, 2011, several years after an abusive relationship, I wrote this poem.  I revised it again today because I have survived! You win. I’m dead. 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 ofContinue reading “You Win; I am Dead”