I Need Boy's Tears To Flood My Own Poem by Poppy Fry

consumed with my fear
I am frozen

numb to every touch
I am dead

I see no soul within your eyes
nothing, but the emptiness of your lust
every unbreakable breath
I am prone to death
I feel my heart in the clutches of your fingers
I see crimson overlapping his skin
In my dreams
I see black gowns
Flying black veils
Down the aisle of withered rose petals
No, there is no man
No human
No soul,
But an empty casket
I have to face my fate
My regrets, My guilt
Close my eyes
Lay me down to rest
and enter the mornings light