No longer a Dove 

Kiss my swollen spine, 

Wrap me in your flesh  

Break me until you’re mine, 

Your disgusting obsession with see-through mesh. 

Why must we be away? 

Sing me that one song. 

I look out my window every day, 

Wondering 

 if I was wrong. 

You give me toxic love, 

Push you away, you’re no longer a dove. 

No longer the pure delicate soul I had fallen for. 

No longer soft and colorless. 

The twinkle in your eye has disappeared. 

But why must it always appear when she is near? 

Please 

Don’t hold me don’t touch me. 

Leave me  

let me be. 

A little woman in a broken bottle 

She appears to me as a woman who never lived the life they deserved. 

A woman who was constantly broken by men. 

Weeping into an empty bottle, 

The screams of the man shattered her heart 

Breaking her soul. 

She had never found her beauty. 

Long hours burn a hole through her skin. 

Her clothes didn’t always fit, 

Her makeup wasn’t always perfect. 

But she tried to get rid of that bottle. 

Her heart was connected to the comfort it brought her. 

Every tear filled that empty bottle  

And when the bottle was full, 

 she had already washed her body away and 

Sold her soul to it. 

Not all women are pure. 

Woman not good looking. 

Flat chest, a little heavy 

Avoid their eyes. 

Woman pulled free. 

She wanted to run. 

This nasty room: 

Sickish, 

Dirty, 

Bloodstained. 

She’d never seen any of these things before. 

She was saving things, 

useless things. 

It was all right. 

Her insides had turned to liquid fire, 

 She was going to vomit. 

“You’ll be  

fine!” she said. 

She began to cry.  

The bell rung. 

Part one is listed below!!

Sunken Poetry (Part 1)