Erica Willis – Reverence
Once, I revered a man—
And believed I was accepting adoration in return
I scooped out my insides, offered them up to him
He ravaged them
I steadily gifted every sliver of my soul,
Before I saw the façade
Many cubes of me had been taken
Strung up on a wire
A mockery
Like a duped double-crossed widow who wears a black veil
Over her face
For the rest of her life
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