By Jordan Currie
And so it seems
that violation only brings out her titles
case
after case
after case
daughter
mother
sister
wife
She could have been yours
diligent bones she’s grown out
lived in skin
now hung out on a washing line to dry
blood soaked and stained
gradual mind she owns
bottling racing thoughts
and still,
still a barcode,
still a label making machine
always defined by conjoint marionette strings
tied to grubby fingers
(dance, dance, make her dance)
Violation has made her
seen and
unseen
visible only under correct lighting
Think of the new titles they could apply
to an unseen visible girl!
slut
whore
bitch
asking-for-it-shouldn’t-have-worn-that-should’ve-seen-it-coming
a ghostly temptress
Scroll through the facebook graphics
copied-and-pasted tweets
same old press-and-hold-to-repeat of
“she was somebody’s daughter
mother
sister
wife”
(though not her own)
Abuse
after abuse
after abuse
and she receives
abuse after
violation only brings out the headlines
But she lives in her
she
has built her home
constructed of bone and skin
and mind
and she is her own
You are your own
You have lived,
are living through
the living nightmares
and you are your own.