Tortured Poem by Lauren Ruark
Tortured
and i was like 13
and it was a Sunday morning i think
and
i think both my parents were still asleep
i remember
i was gonna play sick so i wouldn't have to go to church that day
(don't stop)
(don't stop)
and i turned over
and there he was
(my beloved)
(my beloved)
holding a pillow
he smelled of sweat & regret
and he said....
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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