Good Girl Gone

i fall in love with rot

You hold my tempered tongue
between gossamer fingers and twist
the meat into an apology.
Thirty years a martyr, and I'm still learning.
You savor how my smart mouth wakes up
on faith alone; how my idle shakes
hands with strangers to keep clocks ticking.
In this home there is table and there is sink;
there is bed and there is drink. And there
is me sprawled across the plate, teeth devouring
another bland meal, pretending it tastes
like tea amidst the tulips,
like putting your mouth to fleshy faucet
and sucking me all the way in, then spitting
back into my cheeks.

I've got sleeves lined with moth bites
from leftover lovers, but when you came
up for air, you bit the whole goddamn thing off.
Pushing daisies into your tombstone knuckles
until your wrists find my bones, you lay me out
with the lilacs. I scream when you press
your damage into me; i fall in love with the rot.
Can't you see how restless I've become?

God i fucking hope not.

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Thank you to my faves for enhancing my poetry!

You can find the following prompts scattered throughout this lil jammer.

• Poetic Reveries // poeticreveries_ // tea amidst the tulips

• Alyssa
  // behindherteeth // lay me out with the lilacs

• Kaitlyn Sun // sad.magical.girl // gossamer

• dewdropdiaryy // putting my mouth to the faucet sink and sucking in

• promptsbyjasmine // fleshy