An Omen

Womanhood sits in my mouth, rotten.Boys feel around, hands like cups,Suctioning, fish-like, leaving half-moonBite marks and blushes that vein outTo hearts that do not know how to heal.They wonder why my response comesFlatlined, I guess I can’t reply whengirls have to die before they come to life.

An Omen

Womanhood sits in my mouth, rotten. Boys feel around, hands like cups, Suctioning, fish-like, leaving half-moon Bite marks and blushes that vein out To hearts that do not know how to heal. They wonder why my response comes Flatlined, I guess I can’t reply when girls have to die before they come to life.