Aphrodite’s Dead
1.
The empty feeling
Persisting.
She’ll ignore it.
The number looming in her dizzied mind
25…just 2 more digits lower.
Is that the weight of love?
Will bones make her feel like she deserves it?
Will you spread out her ribs
And heal her heart?
Dystrophic fragile child, you’d do much worse than this for scraps.
They’ll call those scraps “affection”;
Wrapped up in ribbons made of measure tapes, of course.
Starving people will eat anything.
This is why I’m done.
2.
“It’s just a kiss!”
Destructive force bestowed on someone else’s lips
And turned into much more.
Complexity of feeling,
Of fingers running through her dark blond hair.
But what about the one who thought you cared?
Who’ll find out in a month, all of your vows now shattered.
What was the point of wasting all her time?
This is why I’m done.
3.
Bleak Monday morning.
The sound of tattoo guns at work-
And then a groan.
He knows the meaning…
The brown eyes look away from him, the echo still within them.
She's planned this since she was 13.
Walks out an hour later,
Medusa crying on her ribs.
This is why I’m done.
4.
A strangled cry.
He will not hear it through the screen.
Oh if they’d known the monsters they’d created.
How much damage can one small message cause?
“You send?”, “Send pics”, “Don’t be so boring.”
You want to see her naked body?
What of her soul? Or is that boring also?
Bet you can’t show her value to your friends.
The currency of love turned into pixels.
This is why I’m done.
Congratulations.
The force meant to be your salvation-
Disgraced. Dragged through your human dirt.
Shaped and distorted
Into the ribs of sickly skinny models, the algorithms of your mobile phones,
Stained by the misery of cheated partners;
Its memory turned into flashbacks of the…
(abuse/rape/broken marriage/shaming).
What did love wear to ask for such a death?
I will not watch you bury it as well.
As of today, I am done with your world
And love is done with you.
Destroy yourselves without it.
Congratulations.
