November 2, 2011
By Weetzie_Elli GOLD, Sterling Heights, Michigan
Weetzie_Elli GOLD, Sterling Heights, Michigan
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We were happy for a time. But the world,
It got to be too much. I bled black and red;
Swallowed shots of soda-pop
To keep myself awake;
Twisted beneath His sheets, in tee shirts
That smelt of depression; clung to my skin
With salt sweat.
Lived in boxes, with Him. No candlelight,
No warm rain.
And I cried, because
He didn’t touch me like He used too.
It was too fast, too fast, and over too quick.
I was hurt, and bruised,
As though you could fight this feeling
Out of me.
Bend me over in a corner, with my shoulders
Banging, banging against porcelain. Marking my
Bird bone arms and shoulders.
I used to feel like
the only girl in the world, with His fingers
On my body
I scratch my nails against my skin;
Hope to feel that feeling again.

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