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Click hereFor Karina Vetrano (Murdered 8/2/16 Queens, NY) & Vanessa Marcotte (Murdered 8/7/16 Princeton, MA)
What was it
That split us in two
On the edge of the blade
I fell on one side,
You on the other
I was there, too
With his hands on my throat, squeezing
My vision darkening
My death the prize in his mouth
Who would ever know, what I saw, what I felt?
No one!
My corpse, in a field,
“Raped and strangled?”
No!
I’m telling you,
It was only a question of a millimeter
A fraction of a fraction of a breath
The vise just missed my windpipe
He blinked, maybe he sneezed, at just the wrong moment,
Enough for me to kick him in the nuts
And run
I survived
A woman, cut in two
The other half of me
Is still in the fields
With you
I can't comment. So sad, tragic. Crimes against women, against girls, against children . A modern tragedy.
What is wrong with love.
I was worried that she was going to die. I am so happy that she lives to fuck another day.
This is dramatic and extremely depressing.
If an analysis of the poem is needed then the Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum (at Literotica) may be preferable.
Very dark but artful and imaginative. A survivor always has something dead inside.