Does my body not
frighten you?
the scars that run from
elbow to wrist. The pieces
of memory that vanished
with the flick of a Bic
lighter
my solidness. Like a rock
gathering moss, weather
beaten to look at,
rough to the touch
my thighs that have
greeted Lucifer, the firm
push of his hands.
Spreading, swallowing
the dessert, sand sticking
to the back of my
chipped teeth
my eyes, robbed blindly
of innocence. A storm
cloud swirling, frequent
showers of rain that
soak my cheeks
my mouth, that has
tasted strawberries, picked
fresh and kneaded into
a pulp
my knees, bent praying
at my bedside. For forgiveness,
for freedom, for tomorrow's
fling
does my body not
frighten you?
lacking heart, rotting flesh,
the deepest pores of
regret
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
Does my body not
frighten you?
the scars that run from
elbow to wrist. The pieces
of memory that vanished
with the flick of a Bic
lighter
my solidness. Like a rock
gathering moss, weather
beaten to look at,
rough to the touch
my thighs that have
greeted Lucifer, the firm
push of his hands.
Spreading, swallowing
the dessert, sand sticking
to the back of my
chipped teeth
my eyes, robbed blindly
of innocence. A storm
cloud swirling, frequent
showers of rain that
soak my cheeks
my mouth, that has
tasted strawberries, picked
fresh and kneaded into
a pulp
my knees, bent praying
at my bedside. For forgiveness,
for freedom, for tomorrow's
fling
does my body not
frighten you?
lacking heart, rotting flesh,
the deepest pores of
regret
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