Stella
where does one begin to write about you
you told me that your heart is in a pretty bad shape
that it is heavy
with hate
with loneliness
and vengeance
you say that “Plath” of “Ariel” is your idol
and my concern is that she killed herself
tell me Stella where does one begin to write about you
when your mind carries such heavy memories,
of violence,
of fists on your little face
and the ripping off of your underwear
tell me Stella where does one begin
telling your story
without words exploding like bombs
and without an ocean of anger roaring inside
tell me Stella where does begin to end it all for you
when you say opening your thighs is now
the only thing that gives you peace –
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