He Breaks Me

Jules Dixon
He breaks me.

The entirety of my being is wrecked.
My heart is crashed.
In pieces, so that a million shards of red light
Fall across my world.

Ah I am sensual,
And beautiful.
I am alive with emotion
And pure wanton.

Behold me; life
In this feral carnality.
Touching, stroking, loving...
Idiocy.

Fragments of moments, impassible
At the desk, in my bed,
On the filing cabinets, in the storage,
At the park, on the bridge.

So bad...
This devil we entertain
Behold my sin;
I am plagued with a desire to stay

Forever broken

Published by Jules Dixon

The Analyst's Theories on Life and Love in The Boondocks. I'm a single mom, 32 years old, never been married, and working on a better life for my daughter and I. I write about my life, my loves, my misha...  View profile

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