on the fifth day i show off my body to other men, every part ever explored by his hand, every spot, every piece of skin he's ever touched, i give away
as if it does not belong to me anymore.
my lips are now just a lonely reminder of his mouth,
a memory of his taste
my fingertips a painful reminder of every corner of his face,
every story he has ever told.
i look down, my ******* look like fallen towers, my womb's a
lonely island
my thighs a half-way open door
my body a garage sale.
an older man with liquoir on his breath and anger in his eyes
touches my thigh,
i cry
i clench my jaw, i think of his mouth. i bite my lip
we ****
i taste iron, i taste blood
my teeth are sharp and remind me of the way it felt when he left.
i close my eyes, i keep him alive.
i almost feel him
"do you like this, baby?"
the man asks
do you? i ask him in my head
my heart hurts, it aches
i say yes.