I always see the end of things when they begin,

but none of my escape plans ever went anything like this

my emptiness is a bruise,

and it hurts to be touched

his hands aren't like your soft ones

and he can't see through me

I still beg him not to leave

because God, I'm so empty

I take off my skirt

my mouth is now a graveyard of his cells

I try to remember when my heart wasn't an empty casket

I wake up in mourning

I still felt you in my sleep