webs
I am impossible to love Not for one sin But for a swarm of them small, invisible a plague of gnats.
My tongue is tar. Words clot, crawl back down. I choke on my own silence.
I please until I bleed. Still wrong. Still failing. Fear lives in my marrow, drills me hollow.
What am I? Not girl, not woman. A mirror cracked, a box locked, a body rattling loose.
Who could hold this? Who could kiss bone? The girl I was meant to be. I buried her.
Nights stretch, halls without doors. I walk alone.
All I know is absence. All I know is ache. The shadow of a girl who might have been loved. If she had only lasted.