Flypaper

tearing at my skin
in my mind
to discover how you took what you took from me.
how deep is this buried?
how deep will the
excavation of my
lack of choice
lack of fight
lack of
what was supposed to be mine to give.
how far must i dig.
i feel you digging in still
i feel every spot you ever stole and claimed.
it’s not okay

i dont like when nathan sees me like this