HerStory

A Story by Collins Rahl

well you get out of bed
with no thoughts in yo head
it's all OK until u get to the mirror
the u see you face n all u feel is bitter
he said your beautiful but all you see is shame
mirror mirror on the wall why do I feel like a haw
you get to the shower
and it has to take an hour
to wash of the guilt and shame
but like a stink in your nose
it'll never get off
the drops in the shower conceal your tears
but the salt is a tasting on your tongue
your cries remind you of whines n it sparks on more tears
you know he's your Ex
but your weekly vendetta ruined your chances with the Next
every night you say a prayer
confessing and repenting
but this is skin deep
deeper than soul -if you can still feel it-
so every prayer feels like every other sentence
your conscience is broken like a watch from the 80's it never tells whats wrong or right
your heart is broken not by tom dick or Harry n u know it
it's been You all along n your womb quivers with the thought
that 2 month old mistake
that had to be raked
like a snake pulled out from a hole
in humanly bits n parts you said it's OK
for the future at hand but you feel trapped in your own web that future seems blunt...your have run dry of tears even when you try to push em out
your stuck with a hot salty potato deep in your throat not even a cough will make it move
hoping that the warm drops from the shower will wipe it out but it's still there
together wit the burn from last nights scotch... a bottle it was
if your memory allows you to remember
although you remember her the holier than thou roommate heading off to mass or was it fellowship