You leave a bad taste,
it won't come clean no matter
how hard
I scrub. And it makes
me want to scream, how long,
how much I trusted
and put stock in things
you said, our private dis-
course, our messy bedsheets,
our concrete haven under the highway,
and I'm lost, now; broken beyond repair,
settling in shadows, in shame,
until the morning comes to claim me from my death.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
