Blue Dungarees
He stripped off her blue dungarees,
Pushed her up against the nearest wall.
This wasn't what we agreed, she said,
But he shut her up with a smack, a fall.
He kissed; he licked and gasped for air,
Then after 97 creaks of the bed, he left.
Door locked, light out, pain in her chest
Wet hair.
Scratching at the chamber walls
Toothache and sore neck, red lips.
Tapping on the big brown door,
Rationing her water in the smallest sips.
The raven on her window sill seemed to scream,
As if he was the prisoner and not she,
The bird relentlessly watched her dream.
She wished she could fly away and just be.
Her lips were cracked and so dry
There was no more water in the well
For this poor, tired girl to sob, to cry.
Not even the salty sea could feed
The embryo hanging by a thin st...