But the light hazes in this boundless bedroom
and all I see is clingy, itchy ivy
entrapping my wrist like regret imprisons my thoughts.
I can’t take back this one night but still
I pinch my eyes closed again
back to the darkness.
Back when a dark haired man seemed
like a good idea. Back when
I felt brave and confident
to go up to a man and take
what I desired.
Published by Meg O