Thunderstorm

I don’t talk to anyone about anything anymore.

My words were turned to vapor

As our bodies

Lie

Between us.

Hands withholding secrets, eyes down .

Turned to avoid reading, cries receding..

Hearts beating slower now….

In the silence, grimaces grow grim..reserved and within

I told you I wasn’t interested,

But you were…

So you turned me into

Vapor.

And said I had a smoking problem…

 

inhale

………………………………………………………………………

Exhale

 

How many bodies lie as days go by?

Dark cornered moments of aggression, neglecting to be understood as days fly

asking,

What did I do to deserve this hurting?..

and the answer, has always been…..

Nothing.

#METOO

(Poetry I never posted for the palpitations prayed pause)

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