Mistress

A Poem by Iliana Peters

I am a feeling, a siren, I'm not human.

I am excitement, wonder, mystery.

I am a feeling, a live wire, hot to the touch

A whirlwind of emotions here to break up your family,

Here to make you cry.

I am a feeling, an addiction.

I can make your father gamble away your parents savings if I really wanted.

I am always in his head, my heels click click click,

I am the perfume you can smell as he tucks you in at night,

I'm the doubt in his voice when he says he's meeting 'friends'.

I am a feeling, an escape.

I can make him leave your mother with the bat of a lash,

I am control and deciet rolled into a cigarette and smoked.

I'm the pain that fills his lungs and keeps him up at night.

I am a the girl next door and Marilyn Monroe,

The best of both with no hint of your mother.

I am everything that he wants and so much more,

I am his pornstar, I am his w***e.

I am the crippling anxiety you get when you hear him on the phone,

In the middle of the night,

When he thinks we're alone.

I am the fragments of sleep that fall from your eyes,

after being awake all night,

after hearing his lies.

I am the razor sharp blade tearing your family apart,

I am just a feeling.

I have no heart.

© 2016 Iliana Peters

Author's Note

ignore grammar.

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Nolo Segundo

You don't seem to publish much poetry, which is a shame-- this one has both power and irony, probing so well the fundamental sadness that sexual attraction is for both make and female, as each tries to exercise its power over the other-- a dance that never ends well. As I learned myself the hard way-- almost at the cost of my own life-- there is only one antidote: love (not the greeting card kind, but the kind that breathes life into the other.)

Posted 5 Years Ago

Chase

This is an interesting piece... one that holds a horde of judgements, unmade by the very fact that your tone holds no condescension; only the pain, worry, and wonder. The middle of this poem becomes a bit unfocused, losing some of its steam, but the last two stanzas snap it back in place to finish the piece with a powerful "click of her heels". In summary, I enjoyed this very much. Hopefully you will post more soon.