- ritasuszek
#NaPoWriMo Day 24: Climb Up My Spine
climb up my spine like dread
but with your tongue, melt it up
my chest, a spiral staircase
take me on a journey of myself as
you glide around and
around like you’re swirling ice cream, a shot of
mocha in vanilla, you smile, I feel
a jolt inside. I think I
ripped something. A part of me that thought
I cannot be loved
is currently bleeding relief.
.
and I don’t want you to see, I try
to wipe myself immediately, eyes
dry on command, bleeding now contained, internal
turmoil but you read it with your mouth, pull back
to frown at me
are you okay, you say
beautifully confused. I don’t always have
words, (for someone who has
all the words), when it cuts,
tears mostly tell the story. I tell you
I tell you, I tell you all of it.
You don’t leave.