Shame

By: Susan Maree Jeavons

Can I paint darkness
the right shade of terror,
that precise scent of you?

Will I know truth
if my heart beats
to the rhythm of deceit?

How will I behave
if my body craves fire
beneath a traitor moon?

How will I see the light
if your shadow is cast
in every corner of the night?

Tell me Daddy,
what kind of woman will I be
with your blood on me?


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