The Gift

My purple innards gnaw at their selves
And my body trembles and growls
Nauseous waves wash across my belly

The mornings seem bleak and grey
As if life has been rolled into a lump
Of depressing, slimy grey clay

Nights are tales written in turmoil
Of laboured breathing and a wrench
In my piteously lonely heart

I prepare the gift you so longed for
I grind my soul as my body revolts
I shriek like a mute banshee all night

My tongue feels like heavy lead
Your touch clutches me at my throat
My breasts swell and the pain spreads

Till I claw into my quivering belly
And seek to violate my own self
I seek release from relentless hate

At last, the mucous and the blood
Brings forth a creature of flesh
My repulsion does surge, take it away

Your gift, carved out from my body
You wanted my blood in its veins
I hurl it at you, and walk away

Compassion

The teething pains of a sapling
Kneeling beneath the gigantic oak
As insignificant as could be
My bruised knees and stubbed toes
You ignore, and tell me instead
Of all your blistering, enormous woes
I needed a warm, caressing hand
And a shoulder to moisten with tears
Instead you asked me the measure
Of a stubbed toe and scraped knee
In front of the killings and misery
In which lies cloaked, the world we know?

Femininity

Her protests were nugatory
Dismissed as a feminine wile
She was a pretty plaything.

The disapproval on her face
Meant nothing, and her tears
Added to her womanly charm.

She could be had at will
A woman, he liked to believe
Says no, when she means yes.

It was indeed convenient
It made him feel virile
To take and use, and own.

The Man

Now that we have exchanged our vows
You to be my master and me, your rag doll
Drag me into the cave and show me my place
Your bed, where I belong, I did take a vow.

I shall sit, master, at your tired feet
My hands will act as you wish
My lips and my words you command
Master, shall I press your feet?

Love you? Of course I do and dearly
Had I not, would I have sold my self
That too, for such an abominable pittance?
Love is my world and my world, at your feet.

I burn with fever tonight, oh master
But my duties come foremost, I swear
Part my stiff legs for me, I have not the strength
And show me that you are the man.