'Oh, no,' he objected

i just want to forget you happened
if i could remove the scars like cysts
if i could take the stains out, i'd be a genius
but i couldn't stop them
it was like icicles coming from inside me.
i felt like i had no idea where i was.
i was only a block away.
i felt like i would have died right there
if i hadn't decided not to

i wish you wouldn't do that

there were no napkins.
story of my life.
but it was okay.
i wrapped myself in a letter.
today, that letter is in the wastebin.
unnervingly appropriate

i scream to get off
i fall to dream
i die to be free