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WARNING: This poem is about a girl who is sexually assaulted by her best friend |
THE NIGHT YOU FED ME ROOFIES AND STARTED LAUGHING ...It's night. I bleed as you split every seam. The pounding echoes off the walls for days. Purple eyes concealed with false skin. I laugh Because mine is the false skin. A thin layer of parchment Hiding words whispered in the dark. Black tongues lap at my wounds While white teeth smile. I cry out to an earless moon While the sun stays safe in denial. Sleep winds itself around my bones The weight of a sheer cliff Forcing me down. You smell of a long forgotten memory In a dream. While the carpet burns holes in your hands My knees. Now you are immortal And I am a ghost. Your fingers on my teeth. My tongue. A pill. Swallow. No more, I say And my head spilled onto the table Like a warm drink. The world became sideways Except for you. A cat's green eyes glistening in the dark. You start laughing and I forget your name. The sound of a somersaulting crash. I learned later that you fell down the stairs The only thing about that night worth a laugh. Dark mists surround me and invite me to A place like before I was born. The only time that night I said yes, I accept Only to open my eyes without waking. I am the living dead. Chin meets cold, hard porcelain. I wretch. Fingers on teeth. Pill on tongue. Swallow. And I wretch. Fingers on teeth. Pill on tongue. Swallow. And I wretch. Fingers on teeth. Pill on tongue. Swallow. But I only bring up the sound of your laughter. I choke up your white teeth. I gag out your black tongue While it drips beads of charm Between my thighs. I smear my fingers Through the dark ink puddle And into my eyes But it doesn't blind. And all the time I wring with your laughter. When my eyes finally spill salt Down my cheeks It's not for a dead girl like me. It's for you My immortal majesty Because this is what you think love is. |