Broken bottles scar the floor
from whatever scuffle
happened here before.

Tainted red with blood,
booze runs its course,
a drunken flood.

Is anyone left unscathed
by these tragedies?
Anyone saved?

All these wounds scar the skin
and still run deeper,
right through our kin.

Broken images fill her head
from moments passed
when she should be dead.

Tainted black with malice
her soul sinks deeper,
her heart so callous.

Is anyone left unscathed?

© Autumn Siders 2017

Me? No, Never

Me? No, never.
That’s the honest truth.
No man has disrespected
me or my worth.

I’ve seen it happen though,
to others
and I’ve realized one thing:

it matters not the sex
doing the disrespecting.

I’ve seen women cut men down
and I’ve seen men bleed women dry.
I’ve seen women cut women
and I’ve seen men watch other men die.

It’s not a battle of the sexes,
but a battle for our souls
as people disrespect people
and carry on like trolls.

I don’t mean to downplay
the abuses we discuss,
but the damage if far greater
than just them vs. us.

The problem isn’t men
and the problem isn’t women.
The problem is society
and its utter lack of humanity.

Me? No, never.
And I’ll never let it be.
And if you find you need a hand,
you can always count on me.

© Autumn Siders 2017
Me? No, Never


The blood, it doesn’t stop,
but I like the way it feels
like all the sins of today
are leaving just in time.
The warmth leaves my body,
pooled on the floor
as my skin grows colder
with every drop I lose.

Why’d you have to stop it
when it was simply meant to be?
I never asked to be saved
by anyone but me.

© Autumn Siders 2008