Do you remember?

 

Her sunkissed skin, a

              constellation of freckles on her left arm, a

                   pair of warm brown, dilated eyes, a

                                             smile.

                                                                                                                                                     She’s been gone

                                                                                                       for a while it seems, eleven years

  scratched and stripped from the

             .rorrim ydob

 

                                                            skinny loving—                              it

                                                            fucked up my stomach

                                                                                        throw up enough times and

                                                                                    the acid eats away the dimples

                                                            “beautiful” why do those

                                                                                        words feel wrong, taste

                                                                                        of piss & touch like sand

                              i know better                                                              i don’t feel better knowing

                                    these wrinkled eye sacks from rubbing too hard

                                                                                              “i’m sorry” —oh shit    it’s a

                                                                                        natural catchphrase        sorry— “goddammit”

                                                                                        take me

                                                                                             back

                                                           to before

                                                                                        papercuts run up my wrists

                                                                                                                      depression— it chipped

                                                                                    into my skin using my own nails

                                    anything to feel like her again

                                                     

                                                                                                                                              to feel anything at all

                                                                                                                                                  the tequila backwash

                                                                                                                                                                          & flushed pink cheeks

                                                                                                                                                                          & hot chest

                                                                                                                                                                          & not numb

 

Signed

Leona Wilde