Stefanie Fontker Poems

None of it matters.
No matter where I go,
What direction I turn,
There are men, women
...

What virtue could you keep
If they all have angry eyes,
And knives of dripping blood?
Ready to murder, to rape
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My age is my own.
Steal it you may,
But it will continue
Its long reign.
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These are holy sins,
You cry, stabbing at me.
But my blood is pure
Devil's juice, it will
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Could I plunge deep
Into my own heart?
For yours is in chaos
And bitter on my tongue.
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They want to see you fall,
Yet you're the one that bleeds
For all the ones that would
Pass you around like a whore.
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My soul is unholy,
Though you would eat it
As though I were swine.
Comes evil here, quietly,
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The world's only fool,
I have lost my crown
In the deepest ocean.
I thought it may have
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Constellations have fallen into the sea,
Swimming on the brink of every dark ocean.
Forsaken by the most beautiful stars,
Shunned by every lover of heavenly gods.
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