The Undoing of a Woman... ( This Woman)

The Undoing of a Woman ( This Woman)

 I guess I shall let you pull and tuck at my clothes 

until you have exposed 

the tender flesh of my belly, the heat of my thighs, the roundness of my hips and all the essence of my nature 

that proves that 

"I" Brittannica ,

 am a natural born woman....

I'll stand exposed to every impeccable and judgmental eye... 

I'll let them watch my emotionless face

 as I allow you to carve your beautiful words all over my timid dampened flesh 

Like a double edged razor blade

I wait patiently as you sear in your definition of stupidity and shame

...

I let your words leave emotional scars 

like a 3rd degree burn 

that has been gently kissed across the apple of my cheek... 

I let your smooth and gentle hands of undiscriminating fear 

stroke my temple, place my hair behind my ear and 

trace the contours of my bottom quivering lip

...

You whisper in my ear

That you LOVE me

and

That there is nothing to fear

You say

 "Its okay to lie down and gracefully take it.

To Whimper.

To CRY 

LET US HEAR

...

You laugh because you smell my weakened spirit

But I will NOT give you the satisfaction of my tears...

I have been undone

and

My words are lying there in pieces...

as you walk on the broken metaphors and rhymes

my heart recognizes 

the familiar sound of crunching dead leaves

I  may have been undone

but I am not broken.

* excuse any errors... love, your typo whore