Greetings from...the Road to Nowhere

Greetings from...the Road to Nowhere

Saturday, October 2, 2010

My Blood

by Jenny Picciotto

My blood runs
thick and red
between my legs.

Wolf,
teeth bared,
eyes flashing.

Red fear,
Red anger
Red Danger.

I place my red
heart,
beating,
bare,
into your hands.

My heart, exposed,
bloody,
vulnerable.

My blood flows,
recirculating in my
body.
No Where
for the anger
to go.

An image.
A woman:
eyes glazed
in the
stupid
seductive
pose of the harlot.

Why do you love
me
this way. Not myself.
The image of self effacement.

What is the harm
of acting out
your fantasy?
Your precious fantasy.
This
is the way
you
imagine
me...

Stripped of self awareness
out of touch with my own
strength
feeling.
A puppet of your desire.

My heart cries out
against the invisible
chains
you place around me.

My sexuality

The mindlessness of a
possessed
girl
without self determination.
Her moods
posture
dictated by the man.

Why is this an attractive image to you?
Do you so enjoy me
stripped
of my strength,
stripped
of my sense of self.

Sex with my body
only
is not
making love.
For there is no
recognition
of the individual
to love.

Fucking my body
is an unconscious act
of
animal passion. But
I
am not there
with you.


My blood flows red,
into my eyes,
down my thighs.
Crucified,
this body,
by the rhythms of nature.
Sacrificed,
this body,
for the development of my children.
Used,
this body,
for your pleasure.

Alone.

You leave me to bleed-
the anger of my heart
silent
in the ecstacy
of your orgasm.

3 comments:

  1. Such depth felt by your heartfelt passion. I can see why you were chosen.

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  2. I ditto the merit of this poem.
    Refreshing look at self-worth and other's expectations!

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  3. Congratulations on this honor. It was well-deserved.

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