i fell into youth
under the words
that respect and fear
inflected love,
those days
drifted heavily
under a hand
that rendered my tongue
sound proof to
outside ear,
when pleas
hung dry,
spilling like dust
onto old beaten floors
the days of love
meant cold metal
beneath a pillow,
hovering in a corner
as darkness crept in,
sheilding myself over
her little body,
thinking surely -
hell, was a place
i found in every sigh...
rohe
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