She Made Me An Island Poem by Cheryl McDonnell

I’m the one she leeches
The brightest star in her night
The mother ship is counting heads
And I’m the one she left for dead

Her lies twist my insides
Like a contortionist is her insight
The wretch of fertility
Lost am I to her grip on me

She stands tall over me
Brings my eternity to it’s knees
Howling at the moon
As if death can’t come too soon

Every cycle of her life
She tears me apart inside
Not even my human brain
Can produce enough to counter her pain

I am her possession
Her breeding brooding obsession
In the rivers of red
She breaks into my aching head

Far and wide they are pushed aside
Maybe they see and with her they side
My skin crawls and blisters
And soon comes her and her painful sister

She plays her organs loud
I lost my way in her shroud
Gripping my body now are her knives
My chest and heart feel tied

I can’t see the world for tears
She causes my soul to fear
Will I one day forget my name
With her branded on my shame

I will never forget my life before hers
Even as she kicks my sides with her sharp spurs
Fast forward my mind to the time
When my body can finally be mine.