Class ring

Furious father demands the ring you gave me,

convinced that you’re “only after one thing.”

We share the age discrepancy

of Shakespeare’s star-crossed lovers,

So everything you say must be

Sinful lies, you slithering snake.

I am bent over the bed,

being beaten with a belt across my back,

A slave in my own home.

My tears slide down slowly,

hoping that this salty sea

Will carry me back to you in its current.

Four years passed,

Furious father replaced with

another abusive ass.

I kissed the town goodbye

and rode off into the sunset with you,

My Romeo.