Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #505
For Four Years
by Belinda Roddie
For four years, I carelessly entertained
the man who would become my abuser.
Sure, we were not romantic, but the pain
still reverberated. I remember
the words he branded on me from a screen
by Belinda Roddie
For four years, I carelessly entertained
the man who would become my abuser.
Sure, we were not romantic, but the pain
still reverberated. I remember
the words he branded on me from a screen
(though now I plan to get them tattooed on
my body somewhere). I recall the sheen
of tears each time he spiraled, deep and long,
into his own psychosis, dragging me
down into the pit with him. Still, I cared
for him, showed compassion. But he nearly
sucked me dry, like Nosferatu - he scared
me, terrorized me, 'til I at least dealt
my final card and said, "Go fuck yourself."
my body somewhere). I recall the sheen
of tears each time he spiraled, deep and long,
into his own psychosis, dragging me
down into the pit with him. Still, I cared
for him, showed compassion. But he nearly
sucked me dry, like Nosferatu - he scared
me, terrorized me, 'til I at least dealt
my final card and said, "Go fuck yourself."
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