You Said I Was Your Venus
(former deity now memorial)

you used to treat me as
a goddess
placing me on a pedestal
against my pleas of vertigo
then
after we moved in
together
you cut my arms off

between my legs
push
wriggle thrust grunt
you thought that
was what love meant

leaving
on my marble white thighs
stains
where your unarmed
semen
(s)hipwrecked in their many
thousands dribbled then
exsiccated without an epitaph

died on venus then washed away
stone cold dead

 

 

©2009 Charlotte De’Ath
First published 2017 by Writing In A Women’s Voice