Sour Cherries // Poetry // Compilation #5

Secret she

on that fake day

I learned to hate her

deep beneath my skin

a rose implanted within

thorns in my stomach

red petals in my throat

red paint on my private body

secret she, hiding inside

my brittle bones and

see-through heart

I black out my eyes

so you cannot see me

but my naked soul is locked in

a cell I cannot escape

unless I love my prison

both,each, every side