I was an awe struck child,
wielding wedding vows.
With a razor blade and a mirror,
you cut up your cocaine—
you snorted up the powderof your destruction.
I was a naïve little girl building crosses;
searching peace and yearning change.
A visceral lunacy flickered in your eyes
as you looked right through me.
“Look at me!”
Who are you to me:
a killer of innocence,
a rapist of sanity,
a deceiver of truth?
“Dear Lord, let him die!”
I prayed it. I meant it.
“I want to live”—
tears burned in my eyes.
The door slammed shut,
you were standing in the rear view.
The empowered young girl you abused
finally left your side.
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