day through night, i face the same fate
my flesh inches closer to its expiry date.
a hell:
my mind is at its limit,
and my body; no longer mine.
each minute goes by, i pray to gods,
every holy name, those i've never heard of,
pray, pray with all my might -
choose a different girl to feast on tonight.
my face was stolen from a world of debris
to support a family i'll never again see
i sold myself, let me be bought,
for just two coins, a price of naught.
a customer.
i tell myself,
don't open your eyes,
don't move a muscle.
hands on my thighs - deja vu
my body to her is just revenue.
memories of every night still live within my body - a bookmark telling me i'll never be my own. a constant image of flesh flickers behind my eyelids every time i close my eyes.
give me my body back.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
day through night, i face the same fate
my flesh inches closer to its expiry date.
a hell:
my mind is at its limit,
and my body; no longer mine.
each minute goes by, i pray to gods,
every holy name, those i've never heard of,
pray, pray with all my might -
choose a different girl to feast on tonight.
my face was stolen from a world of debris
to support a family i'll never again see
i sold myself, let me be bought,
for just two coins, a price of naught.
a customer.
i tell myself,
don't open your eyes,
don't move a muscle.
hands on my thighs - deja vu
my body to her is just revenue.
memories of every night still live within my body - a bookmark telling me i'll never be my own. a constant image of flesh flickers behind my eyelids every time i close my eyes.
give me my body back.
age 15
Request permission to use this poem