The ManA Poem by Michaela Moerke
There is a man staring at me
With eyes of red and teeth made of corn He screams and screams at me until his throat bleeds and he keeps screaming Spitting his bloody words on my frozen naked body Each day I cannot escape As he strips me of my hair My skin and my eyes He has taken over my being Home is not what it once was For I am the single prisoner in this dungeon I have built
© 2017 Michaela MoerkeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 26, 2017 Last Updated on February 26, 2017 AuthorMichaela MoerkeCAAboutI go by the name Jo. For all the moons and stars that gaze upon our very souls, few souls will shine the brightest from their light, and fewer souls will accept the light. A young feminist with .. more..Writing
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