A new poem by Stacey Madden

This Room

I don’t live here
But this is where
I sleep and drink,
Your shoes still in
The closet, heel
Spikes like hidden
Weapons.

Good guys don’t know
What they want but
I’m a devil, a
Lover of wild
Strangers and a
Saboteur of
What glows.

She came here once –
To this place you
Left in darkness.
Black hair, pale skin.
A warm secret
And an icy
Revenge.

Bad things become
Good memories
But the stabbing
Needs to happen:
The pleasure-stake
Of pain recast
As peace.

This room is not
Mine – never was.
You’re still here and
One day I will
Leave it for good –
To fade, to hold,
To shine.