whats your number?
your count, your tally
your score
keeping points for every person
squirming underneath you
on a cold hardwood floor
sick, isnt it?
competing, keeping track
of all the times you've whored
seven is my body count
the nobodies and everybodies
whove touched my soul
who have come to me,
came with me,
seared my skin, leaving holes
how high will my count go?
until the loneliness fades
until i feel myself soar
-october 9th
