You left me
drowning in a darkness
as vast as the lies
you fed me tenderly,
spun carefully
at the tips of your fingers,
slipping them in whispers
on your breaths
between my teeth.
My chest caved in
each time your touch
exploded across my skin,
disguised skillfully
under a ruse of affection.
Your tongue greedily
begged for any
semblance of a response,
so I sewed my mouth
shut with the threads
of the self-hatred
you left me with
each time you reminded me
‘good girls stay quiet.’