National Poetry Day_Poem 4_Broken into wholeness

She came

Laid bare my past for me

A loosely traced map

A story

Of bodies upon bodies

Knowing places

No man but one

Should ever know




Could she see

How she was rampaging

Mental spaces? Leaving

Wounds that would last longer

Than broken hymens?


She wants to heal me

Fix me

Make me

Whole again

And I don’t know how to tell her

I was whole before she came

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