red has been stained on my lips since i was eleven rummaging through the 25cent bin at dollar general the plush cherry crayon covered my baby doll lips i was the sex symbol of f.d. middle school † † † † † † † † "are you really fourteen" he asked † † † † and my fumbling at his belt buckle attested † † † † he was twenty just starting in the marines † † † † † "you'll ruin my reputation" he breathed into my neck as his excitement grew, destroying me † † † † † † † † what's a reputation to a fast girl † † † † who hasn't been...
my sadness runs deep reaching and filling me like no other
itís become a habit i canít quit like the Catholic church that has screwed me since i was a jelly smudged girl racing between the pews tripping and tumbling an innocent bouncing on Jesusí lap knowing truths but comforted by lies
my sorrow keeps me warm licking me through the blinds hugging me in the shower itís even in my cup of tea burning the roof of my mouth making sure itís the only taste iíll ever know