—For Anna—-
Just get out of the car.
You don’t understand
what he did to me that night, or
how I slashed my own vein…
No, you best not know
how I drowned in vomit
when I took my clothes off, again
and, just there, seduced him …
Yes…you get out of the car,
so I can suck my blood
and wash my scarred hands, dying
as I’ve always lived and…
…No, you better just get out of my car;
I will hear the door slam.
Copyright of Jessica Anne McLean, 2008, all rights reserved.








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