4 a.m. it slithers
4 a.m. it slithers
in uninvited.
like a recalcitrant room-
mate throws all my shit
on the floor
and refuses to tidy up
the mess where did - how did
You even find this
memory of twelve
dirt bike paths beside the
creek-bed his Bowie knife
gleaming in the green summer
glare glinting, grinning, predatory joy
of purpose, of promise
hardscrabble of gravel on
my spine taste of copper
dripping from rosebud lips
sweet saccharine scent
of honeysuckle crushed in my fist
i hid this one care-
fully, tucked in the space
behind the refrigerator how dare you
this one, nine
the yellow dress torn
in two places i pretended
not to notice. i remember
specifically placing this
out of reach in a box deep
on a shelf behind the Christmas
lights And dead-eyed
plastic reindeer i fail to see the relevance-
five with white
Sakura blossoms In my hair and
i was so pretty
until I wasn't
oh god oh
don't make me not again
You brute you mindless
brute you monster
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Submitted February 15, 2016 at 10:34PM by ActualNameIsLana http://ift.tt/1Kle6q8 OCPoetry
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