I'm Losing Myself

This is particularly angsty and not particularly polished.

I cooked dinner, and I smiled with a dress. Striped patterns so you could be happy with my

curled hair.

I walked down the streets with howls from the corner. “come back pretty” walk by me again.

Leers in gas stations. You look like a w***e. Your fault he followed you home.

My fault my body is not mine.

But I got on my knees for you. No request necessary, and then I sunk in the quicksand.

Choking, burning throat.

Drowning in my spit.

Reviews

[Heather Clayton]

Very moving piece.