Hush
June 14th 2018 I,
I did nothing.
You came,
you pounced,
stripped my worth from my skin,
took the warmth from my breath,
left me cold,
alone,
the trees beside me russled.
the leaves whispering,
calling me
'slut'
Am I To Blame,
is a bigger question then i know to answer
is my name deserving of capital letters
my poems deserving of leaving my mind
of adorning a pale screen
thin page
The Annaversary Is In Eight Days
How many years
Will crumble away
Before I can sleep
Without seeing
His
Face
?
This poem is about:
Me