Teach me how to breathe.
You are the worst kind of beautiful and I don’t know what to tell you.
Dig into me, I beg of you.
Buried treasures so deep ribcage violated, and I think he was searching through my mouth a few times more.
Layer by layer, peel me new skin.
I’ve squandered this one on charlatans and graffiti artists and I need to, I must be your pièce de résistance.
Everything I am aches for you.
-erica jeudy ©