Abuse Poem by Ana Podarevska

Abuse



your voice in my head
my blood in your bed
in my head- it is red
convulsing and squirming
better off dead.
and you said to me,
'how do you get so stupid? '
i take the abuse i was fed.
and ask for seconds.

[January 10,2007]

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