Skin to Skin

Skin to skin. 

I know he loves my insides, 

So I pour them all out,

All over the bed,

Until the sheets are stained. 

Then I shower 

To wash the vulnerability stuck in my hair 

 

I am so far, 

(20 minutes) 

Away from where I last tried to be known. 

(20 minutes) 

Away from the first and last time I wet the bed, 

Fear soaking through the sheets like piss and tears,  

With a man tracing circles onto my bare back as I did, 

Skin to skin, 

His thumb to my flesh.   

 

I beg to be known, 

But we lay, 

Skin to skin. 

Where I will forever be 

Felt, but not seen. 

h1221hm1

VT

18 years old

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