she asked
for the most
intimate parts
of my body
and I
could not
comply
instead
my tears
stained
her hair
and the most
intimate parts
of my mind
spilled into
her palms
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
I lost my prozac today
she asked
for the most
intimate parts
of my body
and I
could not
comply
instead
my tears
stained
her hair
and the most
intimate parts
of my mind
spilled into
her palms
