I said fuck
Not fuck me
Get the fuck
Off of me
I wish I had said it
Instead of repeating it in my head
Instead of watching the words bounce from one side of my mind to the next
Instead of using every breath to
Envelope the words that were too afraid to leave my mouth
Instead of pushing way your arm and pulling your hair waiting for you to scream.
But you liked it,
But you wanted me to do it,
What I wanted was
Tear away every part of
Epithelium where your touch scorched
To this day I can smell the burn.
Raw, rugged, damp, putrid.
All I'll say now
-Anonymous, 25, NYC