Steph Arpaia Poems

a faceless earthworm
twists its impaled body
round and round
cold man made steel
...

taken from her mother
when she was just a child
she was given to strangers
who never heard her cry
...

small and defenseless
it cries
when i grow up
I am going to be a big and strong
...

She lays here, battered beyond recognition.
Her clothes are torn—not really what she is.
She feels your eyes wander down her broken body
and your touch upon her shoulders. She cries,
...

black
and blue and
black and
blue
...