Clean Sheets
Lacy Harris
“Bitch” muttered under your breath.
As I forced my legs closed when all you wanted was them to be open.
I always imagined your hands to be smooth, your words soft.
Your hands were rough and calloused, your words sharp and bruising.
I bleed out on these sheets, your words like daggers in my flesh.
“Baby” whispered between your lips.
As I forced my eyes closed and my heart to open.
I always imagined your lips to be like fire against mine.
But they were cold, like a corpse. Icy hot.
I cry, my tears spilling onto these sheets, your lips white hot against my skin.
“Slut” harshly spat from your mouth.
As I forced my tears to not fall over the ledge.
I always imagined love to be warm and comforting.
But love is solitary and dreary.
I feel my heart crack in my chest, falling to the bottom of my stomach.
“Honey” whimpered into the air.
As I ended it between us when all you wanted was to use me.
I always thought breaking up with you would make me feel free.
But all I feel is lost, no longer at anchorage in my own life.
I stare at the sheets that are finally clean.
Lacy Harris
“Bitch” muttered under your breath.
As I forced my legs closed when all you wanted was them to be open.
I always imagined your hands to be smooth, your words soft.
Your hands were rough and calloused, your words sharp and bruising.
I bleed out on these sheets, your words like daggers in my flesh.
“Baby” whispered between your lips.
As I forced my eyes closed and my heart to open.
I always imagined your lips to be like fire against mine.
But they were cold, like a corpse. Icy hot.
I cry, my tears spilling onto these sheets, your lips white hot against my skin.
“Slut” harshly spat from your mouth.
As I forced my tears to not fall over the ledge.
I always imagined love to be warm and comforting.
But love is solitary and dreary.
I feel my heart crack in my chest, falling to the bottom of my stomach.
“Honey” whimpered into the air.
As I ended it between us when all you wanted was to use me.
I always thought breaking up with you would make me feel free.
But all I feel is lost, no longer at anchorage in my own life.
I stare at the sheets that are finally clean.