In Yesterday
by Dani Fruehan
somewhere there is a polished pebble
begging to be rock somewhere there is
me yearning to roll in a bed of stones
for the pressure stand on my head
to feel the blood to feel the everything
In my everything aching my nothing
waking up every day In bright light
filtered through so many curtains.
somewhere his slack jaw spit pooling
on the edges of his fat lips doe
eyes dumb and sagging In yesterday
his slow angry voice don't say you
like it rough if you're gonna cry like this
grip tight on my wrists white tile wall
pinned pinching sharp offending
softness hot wet breath my neck
my please stop.
if dead ants buried in threadbare carpet
still feel soft beneath bare feet I am
crumbling mortar hidden behind the ivy
vine spreading inside until I crack
make me rock falling destruction from
mountains exploded to make highways
take me somewhere like light like sky
breathing me in leave me from him
until his spit dries until it gets easier.
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