Come and listen to the sound
of my skin,
you will hear the regret
that lingers on it
from the brushes of his fingers
through the fine hairs on my arm,
that embarrassed me,
but he thought were delicately beautiful
you will hear the sighs
he buried in my neck,
after being up with my nightmares
for the third night in a row
he said he didn’t mind,
but those sighs... those sighs...
you will hear the sting of his goodbye
that hit me like a tidal wave,
straight in the stomach,
it stung... it stung like a fierce bee
who had nothing left to lose
by leaving its sting
in the skin of its lover,
hear my skin, hear that sting
it buzzes, hums, vibrates...
my skin is alive with venom
don’t listen for too long,
it spreads