Haunted for decades by
Ghosts in the shape of
My own broken parts.
At my most vulnerable, I
Am torn and spilling.
Some girls have knives
For fingernails; broadsword
Words swung by own
Insecurities-
To chop down a man
Renders many young women
Giants in the eyes of their egos.
Enter exorsist. Enter patient,
Slender hands around
Work worn, worried ones.
*Take your time, you man
Of open, ancient wounds.
Rain your lust upon me,
Unveil fantasies and wants.
I'll be sand; white beaches;
Welcoming your every wave.*
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
Haunted for decades by
Ghosts in the shape of
My own broken parts.
At my most vulnerable, I
Am torn and spilling.
Some girls have knives
For fingernails; broadsword
Words swung by own
Insecurities-
To chop down a man
Renders many young women
Giants in the eyes of their egos.
Enter exorsist. Enter patient,
Slender hands around
Work worn, worried ones.
*Take your time, you man
Of open, ancient wounds.
Rain your lust upon me,
Unveil fantasies and wants.
I'll be sand; white beaches;
Welcoming your every wave.*
