Trod the wallpaper with my fingertips
Ribcage open like the downside of birds’ wings
Homegrown guilt fucks up my insides,
Swollen wrists pressed ear to ear,
Right left south whispered words
In the growing gap
Of romanticized rape, psychological
Red and grounded eyes scan my pelvis
I waited I waited I waited
Followed the warm hand home
A child in a stranger’s bed I whimper
Too closed up to digest the words
Monstrosity
I lived under the table
And discovered how much I hate vodka.