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so many mistakes my life
this salt waste no accounting for
taste I like to save them dusty
red maybe a little rotten
you know those men they fill me
with dread
like you did, once maybe
I miss that thrill of exacting
a reaction from a face so solemn
so still reenacting the same play
you and me and me and you
that chill runs through every
score
tell me,
would you
take it back
or
would you have taken more?
sometimes I can smell you oozing from my pores.
sharp rind of you in bloom
awakened by my hot
breath, my
tempestuous youth. Incorrigible
headstrong yet I softened only
for you
you, quiet menace
probed every nerve every
vein and you glutton
you fed on my
vulnerable
fierce love
and when you came
you knocked my head
I scratched your lip
your fragile little dove
waves roaring loud so loud
yet look at you now
are you proud of yourself are you proud
I see you hiding
coward
tell me
where is your love now
Rachel Lauren Myers is a poet and writer from Reno, Nevada. Her poems and prose have appeared in The Moving Force Journal, Wild Roof Journal, and Anti-Heroin Chic. She is currently working on a chapbook.