there's a beauty spot on my spine ~ {study it as i walk away}

{iii}
i do not want you
in my bed
nor memories
of your
bitten-to-the-quick-nails
folded into
creased sheets
still warm from
the impressions of
last night,
my thighs
aching
from the ghost
of your weight
or the shadow of
your touch
lingering
in lingerie seams

{ii}
i am
bereft
wanting and not,
needing but
too consumed
with self-preservation
to consider
the two of us

{i}
all he wanted
was a whore
he wouldn't have
to pay