Naiveté

The grip leaves my hands
I'm floating where I stand
A sonnet of wasted grief
And false reality
Knowing you've robbed me of my dignity

Blood drains my skull
As my vision and breathing dulls
But you shock my whole system
With an embrace, like a prison
I feel secure behind your arms
A seclusion within your abuses

Tension brewing
Breathe down my neck
Toy and tease
I've seen what I need to see
The bullshit elastic schemes
Divide us, pull back the sheets

Mourning in the evening
The miscarriage proceedings
You're pleading, for the attention that you're needing
Wishing the air would leave the Earth
It would leave me first

Silence stabbed by engines hums
I scream with terror, and floor the pedal
Speeding past houses, I once saw as setting
But now they are the backdrop
To when my mind upended
Held back by the passing of tissue
Held back by the fact that I never met you



Credits
Writer(s): Parker Luck
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