hands that never stop reaching,
grabbing for the peaches under
my dress, trembling at the thought
of getting so close to what they want.
run from this. from you. I left days
ago, hiding within my own body.
I reply to you with the same eyes
as yesterday, rustle in my sleep as
you wrap your arms around my waist.
a shudder in my heart. clenched teeth
cry out from their little white homes.
when you touch me, I lie still. that breast
is not mine and neither is the mouth you
press your lips against. I feel nothing.
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