H.E.R.

who is she
she with the charcoal colored
wet lips
mascara smeared
round hips

she with the torn stockings
her bra strap faltering
just over her shoulder
smile that could be a frown
scornful lips mocking

she can't see her beauty
the pain leaves her alone
she finds friends in screwing
gives herself to anyone
who'll take her home

she with the bruises
deeper than skin
deeper than any eyes would
care to begin
to see

she is someone’s daughter
someone’s sister
someone’s mother
someone’s friend
everyone’s lover

she smites the pain
with rough lips and kisses
in dark alleyways
day old stubble
in strange rooms
brutal unforgiving thrusts
she stabs at her heart, everyday
everyday

she who doesn’t cry
but inside
she dies

she slaughters her existence
with latex
cigarette smoke
faces with no names
friendly smiles with much to gain

she
who I want
so badly
to heal

but she is nothing
without the pain
it makes her real
it fills her cup
gives her purpose
the only thing she
truly feels

and life for her would not be the same
with out mutilating her soul
to realize her purpose

she kills her self to live
everyday, every way

I watch her
I hate her
I love her

I'll break her.
-KnowOne
© William Crabbe 2002