Venny Soldan-Brofeldt

Artist, sculptor, and jewelry designer.

Letters to Him – Part II

We meet again,
You’ve grown shorter 
Or, I’ve grown taller

 
Years have passed,
in which I have lived like a beast
For ten years, bare and afraid,   
hardly daring to breathe
 
I had to kill you.   
 
I never could talk to you.
The tongue shoved in my jaw.
stuck in a wire.   
I couldn't form any words.
I thought every man was you.   
And my language obscure
 
You stand here, my unwanted first lover,   
In the picture I have of you,
A scar on your chin
But no less a devil,
No less the man who

shred my pretty heart in two

I was seven when you made the first move.   
At ten, I tried to die
I tried, tried to
Get back, back at you.
 
But they pulled me out of misery,   
And they jabbed me together.   
Then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A dark man with a manic lust
 
A love of blocks and bolts
 
If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two——
The man who said he was you   
 
char my skin, 
gouge my eyes out, 
My abuser. 
I'm through, 
 
May the Gods seize you. 
twine your body, and etch you. 
toss you to the Serpent, flesh you
 
Is that too blunt? 
How vulgar of me. 
 
I want to kill you. 
 
Strip you from your peace. 
bind your limbs to the gates of torment. 
 
You’ve sown hatred in me 
And many men after you drenched it 
It grew so big that it devoured me 
 
There’s a torch in your gut   
And the family never liked you.
But, they don't talk  
They always knew it was you.
You asshole, I’m through.

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