Never mind
I was a science project once
upon a quark
do ugly ducklings really become swans
and if so then what becomes of
the beautiful duckling?
You spoke to me
under a southern sky
in a foreign tongue
that made my skin shiver in
anticipation
of that same tongue
licking me
in feather strokes at midnight.
Never mind
that once
I was a Goddess
standing naked in a pool of
virginal blood
What becomes of a broken
Deity,
When men no longer fear?
You looked at me
with such longing
that I felt your eyes
devouring me from the next room,
before I even met you.
Never mind
that I once bound my feet
and taped down my breasts
clumping across your stage in
muddy boots,
my shirt sticking to the fresh welts
on my back.
You touched me
once
warm fingers tracing
my outlines
as though they could
colour-me-in
that feeling remains
like permanent marker
forever a stain
on my skin.
Never mind
that I was a song
once
that burst forth from the hearts
of impassioned lovers,
now relegated to the
cliché of weddings and
Celine Dion tribute albums.
You have turned away from me now
no longer able
to hold my gaze
no longer able
to love
to lust
I am banished
from your temple
banished
from your heart….
How could I have fallen so far?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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