by Monet Patrice Thomas I let myself be a vessel. No longer human. A body can be anything we say it is. In the dark, he couldn't see my face, nothing to define me as me. I could be whatever he wanted to lay hands on. He never hurt me on purpose, the bruises my own fault. Sometimes I forgot to be empty, a thing to fill. Monet Patrice Thomas is a poet and writer recently returned from living abroad in Beijing, China. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from the Inland Northwest Center for Writers at Eastern Washington University in Spokane, Washington. More of her poetry and other writing can be found online & in print, or you can check out her website: www.monetpatricethomas.com. The writer herself can be found online on Twitter: @monetwithlove.
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garth
1/18/2018 09:26:10 am
This is really moving, thanks.
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1/19/2018 12:10:05 pm
Such a powerful impact achieved from so few words - great poem!
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