1:30 am

Eleven,
fingers delving into
rubies,
the skin-
peeled to reveal
fetuses
without the means
of catching their breath.
Do not let people
claim life
from the bloody folds
of fruits
so delicate
you barely notice they
feel anything.

Eighteen,
needy mouth,
open and drooling
spitting on her
raped form like shes art-
display her
display her
if everyone knows shes dirty
then she will
listen-
Let me say.
Shes been listening,
she knows you fantasize
about suffocating
your baby at night.

Fourteen,
just now old enough
to be seen as naked
men love it
men love it.
He showed her how to,
let her flower bud
bloom juices
and juices
staining the surfaces
pushing to go deeper
the tighter she is
the more excitement there is
in fucking innocence.

Seventeen,
cheeks burning,
heat fusing with yours
They-
took her wings
slicing through bone
After bone-
It gets her hot,
hotter
strange hands pawing at
her new parts
what is it like to pluck
another’s feathers?
What is it like
to stop a swan
from taking flight?

Now,
vomiting the moments
cologne fills my nostrils,
sobs bubbling into the toilet
night after night-
trying to remember
when pleasure was just
pleasure
Itching for something-
something
Why do I feel like
I’m being mutilated
Every time someone touches me?