Jenny Santellano

 

heroine

 

he has

his claws

in you

again

ripping

through your skin

attempting

to access your core

 

faith in nothing

no logic

no sanity—

a blend of pale

promises

and powerless

points of view

 

stay

with me

on those visceral nights

no escape

no neverland—

just flames

and

ashes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

forget about it

 

it’s not your fault you rather swoon in darkness

than drown in the aftermath of a shooting star

it’s not your fault you heart was shattered

and your brain can’t glue the shards

it’s not your fault you’re an incurable, unstable genius

it’s not your fault you rather pet a rock

than appease another human

it’s not your fault that regardless you are kind and caring

it’s not your fault you live in a world

full of hat-wearing haters

 

 

Jenny Santellano is a poet who lives in Chicago with her husband and two children. Her poems have been published in various e-zines and journals, including The Scarlet Leaf Review, Tuck Magazine, Midnight Lane Boutique, Dead Snakes, The Beatnik Cowboy, Duane’s PoeTree, Veil: Journal of Darker Musings, and The Literary Hatchet.