When you get in his bed,
The shame clicks its way towards you.
It wraps itself around you,
Crawls between your legs,
Fills your cold mouth,
Settles in your stomach.
You are doing something wrong.

When you get home,
It leaves you heaving in the bathroom.
Chaos has erupted through your body,
Runs rampant throughout your mind,
And you wonder if he wonders
What he did wrong.
You were doing something wrong.

When you were in high school,
Your mother finds a ******.
She douses you in scripture,
Scalds you in shame,
And sets you all ablaze.
You burn quietly.
You have done nothing wrong.

Now you’re a grown woman
Who can **** her way across the world,
If she wants
But you cannot figure out if she wants.
You do not know how to douse the shame.
You do not know how to have *** with him unafraid
And then ask him to pretend as if you’re human.