Electric

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I think a part of me sparked alive the day
You came inside,
each of my toes arched as the jolt ran through,
And I thought my skin was bruised but really it was smooth, scarred,
Stretching into a
A hole of pain and pits that were swallowed whole
Instead of chewed up
Of course I felt lost,
helpless as the cells that churned in a new place,
When would they complete?
I was lost in
Predictable pain like burning mouthwash or doctor’s visits,
And I was stranded,
a woman with no stability, chapped lips, young fingers,
slowing her nervous breaths,
And wishing she wasn’t alone,
And I used you—
There was no love.

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