#trafficked
In my Prada purse, I carry my heavy medical textbook
I carry an extra tube of my MAC lipstick in Russian Red
I carry a comb
My ID
A clear nail polish topcoat
And a bottle of eye drops that I avoid using because it makes my mascara run.
In my wholesome home, I have glossy tiled bathrooms
Pristine, crisp, snow white curtains
Organic, citrus scented cleansers
Granite counter tops
And large mahogany desks.
In my hollow heart I cradle my worries of a straying spouse,
My anger towards the anonymous administrator
My notions of a sneaky baba
My choking OCD
My crippling debt to a vile man
And the breaking weight of having to shield my children from all that goes on behind locked doors.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
All those years
i flew alone
longing for comfort
but rejecting your illusion
you were my best
together inseparable
separated and judgmental
i always hated your confidence
wishing you detested anything of mine
i let you go on your way
you must have known i couldn't keep up
years and stories passed by
our meetings seldom
then one night
far from our forgotten friendship
i met the devil
he offered me a body
and i injected it freely
he gave me confidence
and i smiled thinking heaven
hazing into a person I found love
all while keeping
the devil tucked into my pocket
when time went by
and stole away my love
the devil changed
he took away a piece of my soul
leaving me blind in the dark
all those years i flew alone
today , months , times later
i can see it all so clearly
what a marvelous failure i lived
faltering and falling
failing
behind flash, trash becomes
sight set, picture taken
flash, flash flash, and done
but to the devil
i can only say
i'd do it all again
whisper into my ear
lie away my lust
give me all your sin.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC