The same words are again repeating as I struggle to hold the glitter inside me. I don't want to let them see. I need to rid myself of the debris and set it free.
By Julie Von Poopmiester5 years ago in Poets
I stood naked and prone in front of you, while you, fully clothed with eyes closed pushed me onto the street. You closed the door and what was supposed to be intimate and special was now indiscrete.