By: Susan Maree Jeavons
Can I paint darkness
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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?
Please send any comments on this poem to Susan Maree Jeavons in care of Survivor Haven