Her Bleeding Fight

She just wanted to lay down for the last time

watch one more tv show and cry

eat one more meal

drink one more margarita with lime

her life was no victimless crime

her grave was dug before she was born

explicit life manuscript written as a nursery rhyme

she’s tried to escape the long thorns

she was made to believe she lived the norm

she was easily persuaded for she lived a naive life

she did everything she was told

she tried to stay strong, tried to conform

a lot of years, she had to weather the storm

from rape to drugs, home after home

no parents to run to, she had to stay warm

“just cover my body with chloroform”

s h e e t s , p I p e s , a n d f l o o r s

beatings for days, she stayed sore

chained to beds, what was she paying for?

no one there to console her

she ran until she couldn’t anymore

unspeakable memories caught up with her

breaking down poison from the core

h.b. Woods