Raped

I’m gone now, the gargoyle whose clenched panther thigh
you drank after my virgin attempt at no-thing-ness.
The broken headless woman whom the lascivious moon
refuses to shine on.
A distant bride plucked and old,
squatting at the altar.
And here, and always, Kafka lay like a jellyfish
around my neck and my eaten flower
as the Gods urge the dank tides of eternity to delete me.
I won’t return, the chimera whose open-petal thigh
you bruised after pounding me into the sand-dust.
Being becomes electric, here, in the Painted Desert.
i, the doleful damsel in my karmic landscape
Slaughtered in the Painted Desert, fuschia-lipped,
Only thing equal to my ex-beauty.


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© Nanette Rayman

I am an actress in NYC, and have appeared in numerous off-off Broadway shows. I studied at Circle in the Square Theatre School and with the director of The New Hampshire Shakespeare Festival. I have recently returned to school at The New School University where I am studying Writing. Also, I recently received an "Honorable Mention" in a fiction writing contest in California.