I have abandoned writing . So I will post poetry as penance.
The year was 2007. The scene was like a Netflix series. A 6 year psycho-sexual torture by a predator with an impeccable vocabulary and a wit like I had never known - because it was mine and he was just mirroring the crap out of me.
I was a successful comic blogger in a community that was anything but comical. I broke into the scene with a blog post tearing the most popular writer to shreds.
You know, like when you go to jail you have to punch the top dog in the jaw - to show your chops.
I was attacked for days which meant I had an audience! I won them all over with witticisms peppered with self-loathing and hot photos.
I was so hot then that I had to wear oven mitts.
And so I wrote "to him" looking for his approval which waned at the wrong times and in my agony I became ...
A Poetry Douche.
I was one of those women who wrote poems about the man they needed so desperately and my God my God why is he suddenly ignoring me!!? And only talking online?!!
Fuck it, they were good poems.
He married someone while we were involved. I thought I was going to die. I continued to engage with him while my writing rose out of my misery like a phoenix with a baseball bat and one of those hats that holds 2 beers.
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