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Insecurities like ticks are buried in my skin In my brain You set them loose In our home In my home And when you left (me) You forgot to t..

Tonight, your artist's hands upon me Seeking, drinking me in with a sense of urgency That I return to you with my Artist's hands, feeling the peaks..

I had a glimpse today of what lies beneath my skin layers of flesh and gristle opened in a grin razor pulled across skin pulled tight fleshy m..

Stitches And I'm drinking Again Stitches And I'm thinking of calling You Stitches But I'm holding back Stitches and not crying Even though..

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Sleeping soundly, soundlessly next to me Fingers interlocked Legs intertwined Breath steady Making the rhythm that I dream to The rhythm of your ..

Death In the form of a syringe Used by then given to Then used by Then given to Then used by Then given to Then bleached and used And bleached a..

I wrote this poem after the seventh time I was put into a hospital.

The first moment Control Slipped from my grasp, Out of reach, I was fifteen He was twenty-four, maybe I had given it to him, unwittingly And no..