Distraction
When I say fuck me harder
I mean press both thumbs
into my throat until
you blemish me
violet violent.
Restrain me
because my skin
is crawling with itches—allergic
to my own past and it’s begging
me to run from too gentle hands.
Coat me in syrup that stings
my nose with sweetness
to camouflage the shame
I carry around in baggage
exceeding weight limits.
I want my body to bear
the challenge my mind has been
battling, seconds tick by
on the clock but never tick
towards emancipation.
