sometimes i think i feel you
on me. your hands, lips.
you grip my legs and

push. push

and i suffocate. i wish
i could just forget the things
you did.

but you broke my world to pieces
and pulled me into your hell
to burn with you.


an. turning this into a collection. instead of cluttering my account with depressing poetry about what happened, i'm going to stick them all here. mainly about one guy. some stuff will go back to the other guy. and there's always the possibility of something about you-know-who getting tossed in here.

anyway, watch out. most of this collection centers on rape and abuse.