The hot in your breath melted 

my being

I stood there, 

catching the gooey pieces

of my body 

quickly collecting it into my black suede purse

in hopes to make it whole

again, sometime soon.

The coldness of your hand startled me 

as it slipped under

my mini skirt

tracing up to the right of my bottom. 

As my skin filled

your hand, i felt my self worth begin to ooze 

out from the inners of your fingers 

continuing to melt me 

Continuing to make me 

feel small. 

I stood frozen in front of you 

while muddy words trailed out of your mouth 

and into my ear. 

my feet have dried

to the grey colored rug, like a burning candle 

in a dish.

There is nothing I can do and nothing

I can say 

Except stand before you and swallow 

my judgements, swallow my pride. 

I must look like a lady and act

like a lady 

and continue to let you touch me

in places i was saving for someone who loved me. 


This poem is about: 
Our world


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