bean pumpkin poems
Poems by Melissa C. All poems copyrighted.
Friday, July 29, 2016
7.29.16 a
Because of you
I have grown thorns
inside my skin—
Iron Maiden made of flesh.
I slit myself,
sternum to groin,
open before you,
sinewed gates pulled wide—
not an invitation to enter,
but a demand.
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