they tell you that your body is temple,
and that you should treat it that way.
but you quickly learn that it is seen as nothing more than a roadside motel for men,
who do not intend to stay.
they come and they take whatever they need, and leave you with nothing but the taste of them,
on your lips,
on your skin,
in your hair,
and imbedded in your mind.
YOU ARE READING
mind. body. soul.
Puisia collection of poems, written about myself or inspired by a friend.
