You only touched me with your fingerprints
I never felt your fingertips
removed your love from the way you felt
and me, I numbed out everything
Like zebras’ fur and tree rings
you marked me like a unique thing
with no heart in it at all
you violated me in the most violent way you know how
Now there’s no trust left whatsoever
and I never even gave you it
just let you be
and you crossed over me
Now the road is closing
my carcass spilled all over it
the stench of what you did to me
plastered all over my lifeline bridge
Everything’s forever, but whatever
I hated the way you smelled
I hate the fact it lasts
and I hate that I remember
even though I might be dead
Laura Sloth Andersen sees the world through magic-colored glasses. She has worked as a poetry editor at Persephone's Daughters for four years.