Unguarded...

Who’s the monster the creator or the creation?

Is helping myself to a full helping of my heart enough to make you eat yours?

Faced with adversary every time I sleep,

A wish to of changed your intentions with my outstretched child’s hand that matches the size of your virility,

I’ve crawled up off my belly,

I lie on my back,

Mattresses are no longer soaked in piss,

Only sweat and anger,

I’m vulnerable for my self respect,

The heat of your breath no longer scolds the back of my neck,

Looking up to myself when I always looked down,

My name you no longer drain.