Desperate to prove
There’s something more within me.
Smells like radiator and stale perfume,
Like sticky sweat in a crowded room.
I crave love so deeply,
It’s absence is thick in my chest.
Bloody Mary, begging me to repent;
I avert my eyes
I pull at the skin,
Pick apart my body
For an answer–
It must be love,
That must be what
Will fill me up.
Tastes like sand and out-chewed gum,
Like erasers and aluminum foil.
Someone crack me open,
Show me everything
I might be missing.