Fingers Poem by Anisa Tara

Loyal fingertips caressing your soft lips
Did I taste like broken glass
When you forced my sweet fingers
Into your lying mouth
Did you taste cheap garbage
My fingers wanted only you

Did you take these fingers
That would have never hurt you
Calloused but gentle, only for you
Did you take these fingers
And use them against me
Did you use them and trace the sky
Plotting my destruction

Should I have taken them home
That night and lied
About a stalled car at 2am
Fingers deep in torn denim pockets
Away from men like you
Who take beautiful, innocent things
And break their bones
Away from men like you
Who never settle for just ten fingers

Despite all you knew to be true
These fingers would have never hurt you