This bed knows my secrets
The shape of my thighs
The space in my teeth
Salty and unclean
Exhausted and abused
Catches me when I'm weak
Traces the lines
Weaves through my mind
Occupying my lungs keeping me alive
My vertebrae has been erased
The cortex of my face
The neurosis
That takes its place
It knows me all to well
Concealed hoping nothing is real
The embrace of one breast
Tearing of flesh  
The truth will tell the salt of this earth
A river of wrists that seizes the unknown
The femininity of my youth