I have a sign on my chest
that says "trespassers
welcome."
It's written in red ink,
the cheap kind that never really dries
and with each new boy
that invites himself into my home,
the letters become smudged.
I try to remove the sign
but it remains there
etched into my skin
and the more I pull at my skin
the stronger the pain
in my chest grows.
Trespassers are only temporary
and I pray that one day
they will stop reading my body
as an open invitation but
until that day.
My chest
will be painted
red.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
I have a sign on my chest
that says "trespassers
welcome."
It's written in red ink,
the cheap kind that never really dries
and with each new boy
that invites himself into my home,
the letters become smudged.
I try to remove the sign
but it remains there
etched into my skin
and the more I pull at my skin
the stronger the pain
in my chest grows.
Trespassers are only temporary
and I pray that one day
they will stop reading my body
as an open invitation but
until that day.
My chest
will be painted
red.
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