In the dark, I wept
while rope choked my wrists.
My blood flowed over golden sands,
to be washed away by the Celtic Sea.
No one saw;
no one came.
In the dark, I sobbed;
my stare fixed on the blood-stained moon.
With each thrust, I begged for the end.
No one heard;
no one came.
caused my life to vanish
deceit drained our desire to flower
your arms, like carved oak, protected me
where your love left me exiled
caused my life to vanish
fear of abusive men soon decreased
I lay in a pillowy green field
I heard you panting, groaning,
life before the bruises