In Becoming a Fucking Riddle – Dark Poetry

His silence was a slammer

the swing of an iron hammer

the impact hard

the hole it left

it really didn’t matter.

 

Few words were ever spoken

he treated her like a token

a trophy slut

an ego boost

at last he left her broken.

 

Although she was a little

she healed from being brittle

and on her own

she found her strength

in becoming a fucking riddle.


Poetry Copyright 2017 Brittany Adams
Photo credit goes to Monika Serkowska