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I love the man who raped you, friend
There’s no easy way to say it
I wish I’d left that stone
unturned. Left that secret
untold. His poems are best left
unheard.

Beautiful wordsmith
He’s dark, a bewitching mystery
Mommy telling me to stay away
I want to lose myself in his head
Explore his broken splendour
Ugly on a full moon is enchanting

Like the men who raped me
Nothing grotesque
I kissed him willingly even
Wished his tongue could fix my broken, maybe
He tore me open
Shared me with his friend

I remember

I wish he looked like a monster
A warning label on a box of cigarettes
I would know to stay away
Then
Enter at my own risk

Someone calls him love
Someone knows only his beautiful
Makes lies of scars, and tears, and blood-
stained panties
Someone knows his hands as holding

I love the man who raped you, friend
There’s no easy way to say it
I wish I’d left that stone
unturned. Left that secret
untold. His poems are best left
unheard.