By Star of David
Date: 2019 Jul 31
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plaster saint

you would recoil in horror
at the mere thought
of crushing a cockroach
you would not even
kill an ant, no

then you
stabbed me repeatedly
until I had to hold my insides in
with my hands and fight
for air

my body remembers
being your punching bag
your mattress
your safe space
your well

the place from which
you would fill yourself -
and pour it all out
on someone else.