Heathen
If my love for you is a sin Then I would spit in God’s face And take the Devil’s hand
Footsteps
I noted the frequency of your footsteps The irregularity of your breaths My heart stopped as you neared my door What did I do wrong?
Honey
Her voice is like honey Sweet and slow Forever entrapping me
Preparation
Did you have a plan? The doctor asked Of course I had a plan What kind of idiot didn’t have a plan
Dysmorphia
I watched with satisfaction as the scale dipped lower than ever I knew that cutting out carbs would work I just didn’t know why my mother was crying
Isn’t she happy I was finally beautiful?
