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Even someone waiting for the storm
knows that I have to brace the most.
But I'll be the one to survive the flood,
because I stay away from the coast.

Stiffness

Such sweet bruising on my lower back,
From the bodyrocking on solid tables,
And the stiffness that comes
from sleeping against someone all night.

A Shared Prayer

When I lie next to you as you pray,
I'll touch your arms while our hands are clasped.
I'm hoping to gain some redemption.
The fact I'm lying next to you,
in and of itself this deserves atonement.
So as you pray,
I'll pray with you.
I'll hope to be forgiven for our actions.
My heart flutters, I'm fighting a tear.
I'm seeing that someone so worldly,
Someone I know whose struggled,
is still holding onto faith.
It's beautiful.
You're beautiful.
And so I'll pray with you.

Bowman Hall, A Repeated One Act.

I can't escape being soaked tonight.
Thrown out by our own wanton desires,
we seek shelter from the sickly orange sky
in a campus building where I have class
Twice a week.
His hoodie feels heavy and constricting,
It's damp.
So is the rest of me.
My bangs are stuck to my forehead.
His soft, dark hair is on its edge.
We find refuge in a classroom,
where once you shut the door
it locks from the outside.
Our lips find each other in this blackness,
the color of our clothes, the room and our eyes
the perfect metaphor.
They're so warm, wet and dark.
I've never needed so badly
someone who I shouldn't have.
Someone who isn't mine,
but stolen from me.
And I from him.
Drastic measures call for drastic actions.
I'm atop him, jacket off,
and lips digging his.
My tongue fences for dominance against his.
It always was my strongest weapon.
Even in this room it's raining,
It oozes from every pore in the body
and every whole in the wall.
Every part of me is wet.
My eyes, lips and the places he penetrates.
My feet can't touch the ground from this chair.
I cradle his face in my hands.
His skin is warm to the touch, and I kiss him
while I rock back and forth.
He grabs ahold of my waist,
to force me up and down.
There's a rain in this room tonight,
running down my back, chest, brow...
and in between my thighs.
I can't avoid being soaked tonight.
His breathing matches my own frenzied pace.
I want him to mouth my name instead of hers.
And he does, laborously.
It's a game of call and response.
As again I let go of the name I've mouthed many nights past
And the erruptions of feeling that is to accompany it.
We finish with Act I.
But I'm looking into his darkened iris,
And I know only this:
There will be an Act II tonight,
but this play has yet to reach curtain.

Piercings Are Just Another Way To Say HELP

You helped me feel worthless
So I'll tell you what I'll do
Take out a silver needle,
and name it after you.
I'll clean off all the scum,
which means your complicated lies
Let it glimmer in the sun
And reflect inside my eyes
I'll chose a site of skin
that needs to be adorned
Something subtle, or not so much
And stab it with this thorn.
It'll penetrate and make a hole
That soon sparks violent red
and I'll push this needle through
right inside my head.
Oh, that hot, sharp sting
as it destroys this bit of flesh
Waiting for that sickining "pop"
that satisfies without the mess.
I'll take a little alcohol
For my nerves and shaking hands
And maybe shed a tear or two
I hope you understand.
You made me feel worthless
So this is what I'll do
I'll mutilate my body
and name it after you.

Unmodest Mouse

What's cold to you isn't cold to me
my body's in a deepening freeze
how could you want to be,
would you want to be,
something that hurts me?
And even though what I can see
isn't something that you took to leave,
who would want to be
something that hurts me?

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