thorns

[upsetmyheart]

i will carry the weight 
of the things you once said.
like a dime in my pocket rusting over 
from disuse.
and your words will wake me and taunt me and rape me.
like the thorn i've sewn 
near my rib
in my side.

and i will struggle to walk
...as i will carry your words.
like that dime you once needed 
but can't find.
and my memory will consume you and rock you and break you;
then leave you
with thorns 
of your own.