THE BLEEDING SONNETS.
Demonic Past
Poems about my past. Talking about the ghosts gets rid of them.Ugly Red
i spend hours in the shower
i spend hours at the sink
knowing i had no power
when i inhaled that salty drink
and as i wash under my fingernails
and tears wet my face
my mind is lingering in the details
of when we interlaced
i can't clean you from my body
and i can't clean you from my bed
my husk forever stained
with your ugly box-dye red