brass skinned
shiny souled under
your heavy headed self
was a flourish of fumbling
of odds amd ends
and let out
so young, too young
but he liked that, but not like that
legs suddenly parted
hand covers you mouth instead of your covers
he pressed past your innocence
pressed past "i know you" and then "no, no i don't"
hands plucking a bud of a rose
not pulling weeds
but pulling hair
and curling it around a fist of he looked at you
and you looked back, just not like this.
he was chewing you up
and spitting you out into sheets that blinded you with
a blankness that blanched at you losing you
in this darkness of your own room that drips from the corner of his lips
and wells into my your eyes after he leaves
“he's apart of the family” so when a excuse clatters to the grante expansion of your childhood, you
take it
fingernails plucked and tucked into the
flimsy edges of your existence that are forced
together in this grotesque clash of teeth that's as
crooked as it's owner and shine in the skin of your
neck throwing tuesdays under sundays and nodding, taking it because-
“family is forever.”
