i'm trying to dissociate every memory of you
with the emotions that surge
spark my nerves, burn my fingertips
maybe if i shower enough times
scrub off every layer of my skin until i'm
raw, bleeding, aching but clean
exfoliate my lips until it's like they never
savored your tongue and mouth
every new thought and surfacing memory of your
nervous eyes and calloused hands
is a knife fight with the demons
YOU ARE READING
Poésie
PoetryI have a lot of feelings so I write a lot of things. (This anthology contains all of my poems, so anything in any of my other poetry anthologies will also be here.)
