tirzahlaughs

Inside
I was all slick tin and polished corners
rusting at the fingertips,
dripping saltwater.

I remember the feel of your eyelashes
licking the backs of my knees-
back when I felt everything.
When I loved and hated,
Lusted, destroyed, created.

But you wanted me to love you
like an incestuous sister
loves her brother.
Hidden-
under cheap cotton covers.

In broom closets smelling like bleach,
in basements, behind barred bedroom doors.
In these dark sweaty rooms,
your hands found me, loved me,
ruined me.

My body's rusted tin inside,
Hollowed, wet, slick.
Now, thanks to you,

I'm a heartless bitch.