musical selection|Me’Shell Ndegeocello: fool of me
micropoetry, 5 parts|audio poem
I tore you from my heart
watched as you floated into space
the culling begins . . .
you took with you moments of passion,
pleasure, and pain and looked back
at nothing — nothing could remain.
the beauty of us once a small sin
turned into confessions to our other lovers
we had secrets that needed secrets.
I am just a number to you
a piece of flesh molded into your want —
I would never be a need.
as I wash away your scent
I remember the day I morphed into your plaything
it’s etched in me — my skin swallows it.
Originally published on Medium.
A Cornered Gurl 
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