Virgin

He catches the “no” as it tumbles from my mouth

Shoves it back into my throat

I’m choking

Vodka

He is made of granite, of marble: Stonehenge

Stone-boy makes the floor swallow me

Tears

I descend from Irish Chieftains

Recite Shakespeare

Love Vivaldi

It doesn’t matter

My head pounds on the bathroom door

And he hurts me

And hurts me

And hurts me

Blood

I am a child of rape, now I am its slave

I leave my life in the shower drain

I throw up and he laughs

Piercing

Two hours of solitude

I cry as I look for my pants

He took my cigarettes, too

I am not my own