Who else have your hands touched like that

Tearing off my clothes

Your sour words

drawing tears from my eyes

ripping my underwear as if you were opening a delightful package

But the contents in this parsel isn't addressed to you

The air turned to water and i can't breathe

My pleas are caught in my throat

They would have fallen on deaf ears anyway

You spread my legs with your arms

And plow through me

Fire is ignited in between my legs

It burns

You are an unwelcome visitor

It feels like forever

When i feel you finish

Filling me to the brim with traces of you



This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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