you asked me if a i wanted a house tour
at my first frat party
during my first
weekend at
school.
I still feel the heat of your breath
as it hits my skin.
I still smell the liquor as you start to lean in
I still remember the feeling of your hands
as you granted yourself permission to explore my body
as if you had been gifted the key to the city.
your fingertips were like fire.
slowly burning across my skin
igniting a rage within my heart
that I would never learn
to put out.
"911, what's your emergency.....?
...I am burnt beyond repair...
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 11:39 PM UTC
you asked me if a i wanted a house tour
at my first frat party
during my first
weekend at
school.
I still feel the heat of your breath
as it hits my skin.
I still smell the liquor as you start to lean in
I still remember the feeling of your hands
as you granted yourself permission to explore my body
as if you had been gifted the key to the city.
your fingertips were like fire.
slowly burning across my skin
igniting a rage within my heart
that I would never learn
to put out.
"911, what's your emergency.....?
...I am burnt beyond repair...
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