Two Frogs*

Frog One, Frog Two

Fear and disgust

has me crawling from the bathroom

like a worm from a bird, searching for an apple

To burrow and rot from inside out,

believing, under my sheets in my bedroom,

I've found I belong

in my sticky little fruit,

Hiding away from everything:

locks and shame, guilt and chains, the past

and all the pain.

I won't look it in the eye but it's looking back at me,

raping me until I die.

It's just like the time

that I was bought with crystal,

Because, really,

that had nothing to do with you ever not being enough.

Spoon-fed poison for days and so out of my mind,

vulnerable as in going without

was much, much worse

than saying okay.