Bianca Madaffari Poetry

A single room.

A single bed.

A single soul.

A single thought

That landed me here

In my single cell. 

I am dwelling

Inconsistently

Among myself.

The bars that contain me

Hold inside the monster.

But that monster,

If only they had known,

Was never me. 

Me?

This isn’t me.

A thief.

A prisoner.

A murderer.

I am not,

But the monster is.

So many nights

The monster would say

“take her life, go ahead and take it.”

Take her life and

Break her life

To keep my own. 

I tried my best

To block it out.

I tried my best,

I really did, I tried.

But I was proven

Too weak to ignore

The commands of

The very devil himself. 

So with the single pull

of a single trigger

He will forever be with me

Inside my single cell.