Left to Write
My cheeks
burn
crimson
watching you
with nervous graveyard eyes
Am i left where this is?
My heart
is trapped
beneath
the sound
of
your cemetary
silence
This is where i am left
The length of my
shadow
erotic deviance
remains untouched
by
bitter loveless
hands
Stripping from me my honor
freedom of filth
love
and
sky
Left Where i am
this
Drop the shovel if you
must
But i. .
i refuse to be covered
in the dirt
of your
insecurities this time
This is where i am
Left
to
Write