Closing her eyes and sucking it all in,
she surrenders every night to his painful ways.
As he moans and screams in pleasure
squeezing and tearing her flesh apart,
she lies there, devoid of life.
‘It is not a bed of roses,
Neither is he the man I loved
Nor is this what I deserve.
It does not make my heart beat faster,
It is not cute or blind
It doesn’t steal my heart nor does it make me smile.
And then they say, This is Love!
Written for NaPoWriMo– an attempt to write 30 poems in 30 days
Today is Day 1 of the Poetry Marathon and the optional prompt is Negation. i.e. if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.”