He Stole Me

by Rebecca Dutsar

I went to the party and did not ask

to be touched

I only asked

to wear the flowers in my hair

because I thought they were pretty

and let’s face it

how often do I wear color


Now I have more of a reason

to don grey and black clothing

and paint my lips a red so deep

it is almost brown almost purple

a color so bruised that to

hold it against my lips

I must harden my entire face

sharpen my eyes and look

just as cruel as him

The flowers are in the trash now

long gone with the mix old dirty tissues

and blood crusted

white cotton gauze

and I am here

on my bed

still shaking like he only just let go

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