I was beneath you and half of my body
Was broken in half for you - and so
In turn I had to know I could break you too.
I can remember, even then, being
So sure as you stabbed inside
That shining pink wound of mine
Open for infection of innocence,
That should you break me anymore
I would throw the little, jagged pieces of me
Over your mattress
And cut any other bitch that lay here like me
So hard and deep in the back
She shone bright; just the way my
Eyes had every time you looked at me.