It’s so fun to fuck a woman, then leave her.
It’s so easy to smile, and become her man.
When you make me bleed, you ain’t so big —
It shouldn’t be so easy to eat a heart…
I’m thinking of you now, texting me; booty call
I’m thinking of how small you seemed inside me.
So baby take my red, drink it down, choke on it
Take your own damn lies
— rub them out with one hand —
I’m all fists and needles now. I’ll be fine alone
As always. I got my reasons to slay and ten fingers
Worth of fun to sustain me.
Nothing is hard for me —
Not even to die with my legs closed – sewn up, black inside
Licking my wounds was so easy to do
— chewable and flushed —
No baby, nothing is hard for me anymore, and that’s the way
It should be.
Photo by Nick Karvounis on Unsplash
Elisabeth Horan
Elisabeth Horan is a poet mother student lover of kind people and animals, homesteading in Vermont with her tolerant partner and two young sons. She writes to survive and survives to write - We are all battling something. Let's support each other. Elisabeth enjoys riding horses and caring for her cats, chickens, goats and children (not necessarily in that order). She teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire.
