my body
is a graveyard.
the bruises are fading
the nail marks have healed
but they were only gravestones anyway,
marking the places
you had whispered into my skin.
a lot of words
floating like smoke
from the coke can you passed me.
fogging up my head
like the words
that crawled beneath
the gravestones
you placed
beside my hips
beneath my collarbone
between my thighs.
the markers have faded
but the words are still there
light as smoke
from a coke can:
youre so beautiful.
rest in peace.
--erin
