And somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message
Not by any means, is there ever a sufficient tally of beloved pangs. Jeweled scabs conceal my pride as it clots, thick like honey. As the doctor cleaned me off upon my arrival, he procliamed with a hearty chuckle, "We have a squibbler." A solemn silence ensued. Tasteless, shameful, off-color jokes.
My dear, I am not jaded like the rest. If there is an itch, I will scratch it. I am not sure I know when relief turns into superfluity. It is a flimsy perimeter. I learned to navigate the landmines so I could offer up my body as a token of my worth to potential lovers.
To wear bathing suits.
To have sex.
There was a person once, who kissed my eyesores.
He willed me to rise, yet inundated me with praise. I'll die drowned by your standards.
His mouth tasted crimeless. Until one day, it tasted like an ashtray; shortly after, he sank to the bottom of the ocean without me.
I doubt my ability to dechiper these motives for an intruder.
Words stop on the cutting room floor.
Kindle, ignite. Admire.
There is always the comfort of my sensuous placebo, pressed tightly to my skin.
My dear, I am not jaded like the rest. If there is an itch, I will scratch it. I am not sure I know when relief turns into superfluity. It is a flimsy perimeter. I learned to navigate the landmines so I could offer up my body as a token of my worth to potential lovers.
To wear bathing suits.
To have sex.
There was a person once, who kissed my eyesores.
He willed me to rise, yet inundated me with praise. I'll die drowned by your standards.
His mouth tasted crimeless. Until one day, it tasted like an ashtray; shortly after, he sank to the bottom of the ocean without me.
I doubt my ability to dechiper these motives for an intruder.
Words stop on the cutting room floor.
Kindle, ignite. Admire.
There is always the comfort of my sensuous placebo, pressed tightly to my skin.