How Could You?

You used my own body against me. This flesh
that is mine to weaponise. This house that is mine
to demolish, not yours to rent out / trash / ask for
your deposit back. I didn’t think you were capable
of such cruelty, didn’t know you had it in you. And
yeah, in the moment it sounded sexy but I don’t need
to understand Spanish to know that the words you
whispered in my ear that night were really truly nasty:
don’t you know that malice translates easily, mi cariño.


Originally published by Outcast Press in Poetry Vol II. Read the full issue here.

4 Comments

  1. This is really sad. People can be devious, malicious sociopaths sometimes. Sorry you had to go through this. I picked up your book on Amazon btw. Haven’t started yet, but planning to binge read soon. Hope you’ve been well.

    -Nitin

    1. Ah, he was a bastard, but I pushed him out of my life a few years ago so I rarely think of him now. Thank you for reading 🙏 and thank you for picking up HoPC! Your opinion means a lot to me so I really hope you like it. Sorry I haven’t been around on here much. I think of you often, and hope that you and yours are doing well. Much love to you, Nitin ❤☺

  2. Wow, at the same time, this is heartbreaking but it is powerful especially at the end. Taking what was always yours back, that’s how I interpret this piece and it’s empowering to me. So stirring, you could feel the malice and anger.

    1. Oh Lucy, I’m always so pleased when someone -gets- what I mean in a poem, when the message -does- come across 🙏 thank you so much for reading and commenting. I really appreciate you!! ❤❤❤

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