Boot camp blowout.
Spells backwards
Is entrapment.

Solitude seduced me
To you.

I did not notice,
I was the fly
In your web,
The lie in your bed.

The mindfuck in my
Own head.
Myself my own zombie,
A prize wife,
In the lions den.

You spin it all
Always first to land
Onto my two overgrown feet.

Which in turn, takeme
Running very fast
Away from someone
Killing my soul fast.

Admit it. Your an ass.
You hit me.
Your msysongey.

You hate me.
Im a woman.
A tool for your
Tool shed.

Turn off the goddamn lights dear.
I don’t cry in bed.
Fuck you for this ending.
But i forget to say,
Fuck me too for being
A victim

Labels linger leaving trouble.
Love left first
Love leaves last
Did you even ever love me,
In the first place??? .

Fallen grace

Fallout from grace
His fists beat my face.
Damaged only him,
He broke his hand on my
Forehead. Shattered bones
Broken hearted.
Blackened out the sun.
And love was over for us.
It was done.
With his fist
Instead of a gun.
Divorce will come easy.
Now im the black widow
He died the minute he abused
Me again.
I mourned his passing in sorrows
Tears, fasting, forgiveness.
But i will always remember things,
Like love should not
This much.
Destroyed heart,
By a single senseless beatdown.
Fifteen years down the drain.
He pissed it all away
To go have sex with anger
On Mothers day.

Written by E.H.Cato 2015 all rights reserved.

All the rowboats

All the rowboats
Regina sings songs about,
Belong to my art collections.

Specimens of imperfections~
All the rowboats~ and oil paintings~

I keep throwing them
All away.
Like trash.

The purpose was in making them,
Not in selling,sharing or giving,
Just eating these mean
Downtown Detroit streets
Bleeding poems out to

Ink out a living.