he leaned over, breath hot against cool skin
and it didn't feel like fire, but it felt like a burn. and i closed my eyes, rapid moving things
nudging for an escape,
and thought i could hear heartbeats flooding my lungs
but from where wept, it sounded like anger.
and from where i heaved, it sounded like ripping flesh, like the slow drag of a zipper and the whip of an unfastening belt.
i could draw out the shape of him
without staring, without studying. he wanted me to remember.
& i remembered
It felt like fire then, and it burned like a flame and i opened my eyes, and kept them steady.
while, the train shook the house.
while these bones were cement things, laid out beside me.
don't cry, don't cry, my, darling, don't cry.
and for the most fragile moment,
swore his hands wound around my flesh, were there to mend me, not break me.
and for the briefest moment, i swore this was more than just
a broken body tapered to the mattress like a stain.
it wasnt raining, but it felt like it.
the train is too loud and i feel like im being ****** right underneath
Like all flesh rubbed raw,
Everything stays a shade of pink