Erased

You burnt me with your eraser.

My heart held your name

whispered in its beating,

but you stared at love

and said you didn’t want it.

You turned cold when

the pictures flashed on the screen.

You burnt me with your eraser.

Alone, you left me alone

in a sterile room prepared for endings.

Paper rattled among metal

under the light of a surgical moon.

Strapped to another’s decision

no broke the barrier of my silent tongue.

I grabbed a lie and ran telling you it was done.

You burnt me with your eraser.

Love turned ugly when you

pulled off your mask.

Tears flooded me,

now that river is dry.

The little girl tucked inside of me

will not be born into desperation.

I’ve gathered all the reasons

I loved you and erased them.

  

©Susie Clevenger 2012
 No, it isn't about me. A compilation of the voices of other women who have gone through this pain.

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