Goddess Poetry Corner
You can leave here
without responsibility
I know what fingertips bruise
in the dark
no longer the unwitting Delilah
the perfect porcelain for you to chip
I am unafraid of you
you make me change my prose
wish my eyes blue
wish my thoughts pure
I am none of these things
you taint my pleasure
with your indifference
color me to fit your desire
I do not fit
I DO NOT FIT
I am bloody I leave a trail
from the bed to the bath
reddest red
in our resting place
built on lies
my heart does not require you
my desire and my need
autonomous
I watch the skies to see the stars
blocked by the haze
all of the fucking cars create
I have such hate
does it show on my face?
or does my southern breeding
slow the crawl
love me or don't
don't make me beg
you'll be greeted with
a merry fuck you