Resilience

I had a boy undress me once. 

He sutured me up with his words,

clamped my mouth shut and 

let my insecurities drip from my ears. 

When he asked if something was wrong

I did not say 

"How dare you wish to 

press your lips with mine 

when all you have to offer within

your heart are 

dying comets and

unkempt gardens,” but kept

the knowledge that I had every right

to tear his heart open

like a surgeon 

and place his tendons in cracked jars

on my windowsill. 

Reviews

[Wuji]

The violence of love, is it done to us or by us? A woman has more power than she knows in these affairs, I suspect. I liked the piece, it was exceptionally intense and striking.

Though I'm going to take the boy's side on this one :P