Sometimes, even I have words that hurt too much to write down. This is part of a slam poem that I wrote to a man I almost married. Wisely and with compassion he broke up with me. I could have done without being dumped with a Xmas card but in the end pain is still pain
Did you bring her home to see your shrine
You built to the women left behind
Will she still be smiling when you explode
at the way she cooks or wears her clothes
When you drive your car and suddenly blow up
will she still be sipping from your cup?
You stabbed me with pens
pulled me out of your bed
Is that the fate she’ll suffer when sharing your head?