My identity

Marion Johnson

I reread each text texted when you were texting her

My hand trembles and I look in the mirror 

And it's

that feeling when your body is rocking and you erupt

and it

seems like everything around you

is draining

 

I wish to melt into this room touching every crevice, licked upon

every corner 

So when you come here to apologize 

I trap you inside, like when I was eight and forced bees into jars

              (They always suffocated)

And in a tightly woven, claustrophobic grin

you kiss me 

A second

And you kiss me again

 

All of a sudden I'm shaking

Reborn and scared

Frozen, pale behind the blade of the door 

Everything you wanted me to be

  • Author: Marion Johnson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2022 12:05
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