She’s in heaven now."
What if she’s not?
She hated her own body and
I don’t blame her.
Do you know how many times
he screamed at her that she was worthless?
She was beautiful,
and so am I.
But we both didn’t know
how to believe that.
All we knew were black eyes,
police cars, make-up cheques,
and drunken fights.
We knew screaming and hate and malice.
I haven’t felt love in two years.
I hope God’s sleeping
because if he’s awake
and alive and well then
I swear to God himself that
I never want to know him.