I change my hair every time a boy stops fucking me.
I need to shave the places he’s been,
Paint each strand he brushed with his sandpaper hands.
I can’t look at myself in the mirror with his dirt on my skin.
He slept under my bed last night.
We stayed up late entertaining the idea of my genitalia.
It was not the first time.
My brother hands me a flower and says, “this reminds me of you.
“Those boys can’t hurt you unless you let them.”
I drink semen like a flower drinks water –
I don’t want to but I never say no.
Starfish bruises and a tape measure –
My self-worth has two parameters:
The size of his dick and
The length of my hair.
There is a black hole underneath my ribs
I have been filled up too many times to feel so empty.