A Poem I Started Working On

Don't know if I'm going to add more to this or not...but I loved the poem it was inspired by.

Uncontrolled Feasting

inspired by Feeding Ground by Terri Moraj Newsome

we have all grown accustomed to feeding

we have licked these places

we have licked them clean

some of us still taste the shame across fingers

some of us

are still trying to be redeemed

can’t look beyond those powdered bones

can’t look through those emptied eyes

can’t look along those distant smiles

without seeing me, lingering in the distance

struggling to see how to set me free

to be more than

cum dripping down gripping thighs

died moral deaths, suicide victim

trying to resuscitate something that killed inside

killed insides, taking them with me

a bruise of heart, a squeeze of soul

took way too much pleasure in knowing

my tongue roamed

in places where the sun never goes

I drank them up

let them spill from me

greedily soaking up their attention

there’s a shame in barely remembering a name

but recalling how her limbs always fell into

positions

that no amount of scrubbing

can clean you from

curve upon curve, fold upon fold

guilt is the stories that go untold

replayed in a mind

that still tries to fight relishing

scents from

the sheets it had to wash clean

the taste lingers

and some of us

have grown too accustomed to feeding