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Poached - Jo Theo
poached
just skin
no being
just flesh
no feeling
piece by piece
i sold my
soul away
it was nothing but
a pretend love
always hunting
looking for Him
why won’t He come in?
standing on the boundary
“ah well”
He says
next time
He won’t knock
i need to remember to lock
He can’t see who i’ve become
i can’t believe who i’ve become
nothing but a figure
who’s name is never known
and game never shown
a place holder
a restless being
a broken doll
a fatherless soul
hope dripping out with
the blood of her scars
a bash of the head
“pronounced dead”
that’s what was said
left to be replaced
what a disgrace
she shouldn’t have swam
shouldn’t have kissed Him
should have known better
it was expected
she’s a woman
a being made by Man
shooting practice
“He never even had a real dad”
“awh it’s too bad”
i can break who is broken
i left my hat in your car
it’s got all my secrets
my nasty
dirty
lies
don’t let Him see
i’ll go down
that’s no fun
that’s full of force
what if he’s a She?
does She know what it’s like to lose your faith?
have your essence sucked from within?
i’m sorry
you deserve better