Mariposa
He had a talent for turning a place of beauty into somewhere you didn’t want to be/ talking about her body/ his words like bootprints stamped on her skin/ she wished she could disappear/ his eyes lingered on her like a breath/ warm and sticky/ with each word/ she clicked through the process/ shoulders hiking up/ like a clockwork girl being picked apart/ shame pressed in at her throat/ closing up on all the words that should be said/ tasting of rust and bile/ his eyes were hungry/ holding her to the spot like a butterfly pinned to a board/ admiring her wings before he ripped them off/ as she fought the ache behind her eyes/ nerves humming/ Run/



















