What to do
When you’re empty
And alone
Just skin and bones
Willing to be reduced
To less.
I confess,
I feel useless
The grave
Speaks to me still
In words only I understand:
“Take my hand,
Rest a while.”
And I smile
At promises of peace
That leave me
Uneasy.
The pain in stranger’s eyes
Calls to me
In languages
Only we can utter.
Opens passages
To worlds
Only we
Have ever known.
I will not let your love touch me.
I’ve been touched before.
I will not let your words soothe me.
Up became down.
I will not believe your promises.
My own blood drowned me.
I cannot be yours.
I am not even mine.
I so badly want to feel beautiful when I have clothes on.
So badly want to feel appreciated when my mind is undressed.
But how can I, when I’ve learned only to part my lips to give you pleasure?
Absently Searching 