“BEST HEAD”

Emaciated is the flower they gave you

there’s a secret on the ceiling fan 

you can’t reach, yearning 

you watch it all happen 

through a locked glass door 

embarrassed as you bleed 

for your flesh is so impure

and your body was never yours

peeling fresh fruit for those 

who abused your soul

baby you’re the best head I’ve ever had

but I don’t care about anything that goes on inside it 

you’ve got the universe dancing gently

beneath those long golden waves  

they pull them oh so violently 

as if to eradicate the softness out of you.

Forever stuck in that freezing room 

where alone you bled for days, 

where a father awoke you to say

your innocence is gone. 

M.L. December ‘24