Term 45-47 - Cleopatra Sanchez

It’s perishable, tears only last for now.

Four years will depart before it lands on my cheek.

I feel weak reflecting on it all.

Knees buckled thighs shut closed.

Nothing goes in or out.

News travels fast when all are in doubt.

It was fast in and out

He said you can barely feel it the first time around

But this time starts with a punch

Knock out cold

Waking up not knowing how badly we’ve been fucked.

Headed to anyone who might help

doctor left helpless

Hopeless even trying to hold back tears

“Perishable” they all whisper

“Only for the now”

Unable to spew out the lethalness put in

No higher power to report to

No Professors that can help

Not when the only person dismissed is you

Unpaid tuition

Unpaid debt

Debt to him that will take you a lifetime to repay

Death to him because what was done will be taken to my grave

Only expectation is for my mouth to be sealed shut

But legs be wide, opened when necessary to push

Eager only to push

Thought

Ideas

Feelings

Passions

“PUSH” The scream grew louder

I didn’t want this one moment played in verse

to ever be the now.

Protested for something different.

“PUSH,”

You’re built for this.

You wanted this.

No way to escape.

Leave if you may.

Leave

“PUSH!!”

“She can’t handle the pusher,”

Red

Drip..... Drop

Pours over

Drip.....Drop

Life completely changed

in the blink of an eye.

Tears streamed down only for now.

But his imprint on her thigh lasted a lifetime.

Infamously he will always be 45-47.