To M

The poison in my veins is trickling out of the womb where memories of you I laid to rest in a tomb

The door I pulled back and then over

Due to realization I was my own four leaf clover

The poison came from a thorn in my crown

That was placed there when you watched me drown

But what I remember this 21st of September

Is the one who kept me down viewed me in my sorrow as if I were a clown

A jester?

Perhaps..

All I was good for were the sexual acts.

What shame you should feel if only you ever had a heart that needed to heal.