The Absence Of Fear Poem by Julia Luber

I am the vacuum of platforms. Absent agendas hypothesized,
downsized and thrown to the wayside. Colliding where? The
punished insulted and humiliated absence of fear. Dear me-
it did not ever occur to me. But this was avenged and clobbered
as if they existed to drill fear into me, obligate my sanity to
a rain check comedy tapered obediently to inanity. Come To Me.
They shred me to be trauma, fear, unmanageable light because it's
Everywhere. They made my brain by this harsh Truth a symposium
of reasons to be in agony And Fear! Taking my sex drive- turning
it into my tear. They were near. They wanted their piece of it.
They turned my vector of desire and lust instead into their
controlling contamination of my lover's dust imagined spun-
a force unreal to me-no more, unrecognizable in spirit as if
my need had actually only been a whorr. Debasing, Degrading.