Domestic Violence

Sleeping fairy tale girl,
Enchanted in evil magic,
Passive, closed lids,
Numbed with daily chores
Habitual love,
She awakens for a quick second
only with the whip of an occassional, slapping hand
And then the chant begins anew
Of protestations, endless love,
and blame.
Which lulls her back
To her dutiful sleep.

Divorce

Since my love was never enough for you
My time was demanded as compensation.

Since my self was always lacking for you
My life was demanded as payment.

Since my life looked out of control
Ropes were bound around homes and hearts.

Now, when I bid adieu,
I am panicking about what to do with my own time

Now when I shut the door behind me
I forget the existence of my own life.

Now, when I learn to walk alone
I see my own feet bound and helpless.