My girl face

I sit in a warm room

In a cold place

Where mountain shadows shade me

I fondly recall that time

I bled in your bed

You called me beautiful

I cried

While you fell asleep

 I wiped my eyes alone,
With a disgust for what lay between my legs.

We tried to clean your sheets the next day,

The machine had no power button
We didn't really know what we were doing

My cheeks still get hot

My stomach pit still cool
I wrote a poem so that

I bask now in an announced shame.