Venus & the Fly:

Born endless black night of emptiness

I, the fly

them the Venus trap,

With you, I forget all traumatic crap,

ferocious as a high priestess

The tears, I have shed in the shower,

like a fly will not go into a closed mouth

A mantra comes to mind, “I have the power, “I mutter

The affirmation, I try to muster

Born of abusive suffering

The disbelief, in my words, like gulping back on my own sobs

sublime as a god-given talent

Start to fluster me like a stutter

I try, to clear my groggy brain from pain.

As I wipe the fog from the bathroom mirror

Exhale, let off steam as there is no pleasure without pain

Every fear, like a fool rush in where angels fear to tread

I screamed out in frustration, to my pillow

None of the “romantic” sex pillow talk after

As I walk, away, distance farther, further from myself

Venus turns out a whelp

The years creep along like pin prick of a needle

There are nicks on the pads of my feet, like a blister foot

Constant as drips wear away a stone

Sweeping up the pieces of my shattered heart like hardly earth-shattering

Sporadically grasslands & flowers sprout from between my toes