so many mistakes my life

this salt waste no accounting for
taste I like to save them dusty
red maybe a little rotten
you know those men they fill me
with dread

like you did, once maybe
I miss that thrill of exacting
a reaction from a face so solemn
so still reenacting the same play
you and me and me and you
that chill runs through every
score

tell me,

would you

take it back

or
would you have taken more?

sometimes I can smell you oozing from my pores.

sharp rind of you in bloom
awakened by my hot

breath, my

tempestuous youth. Incorrigible
headstrong yet I softened only
for you

you, quiet menace

probed every nerve every
vein and you glutton

you fed on my
vulnerable
fierce love

and when you came
you knocked my head
I scratched your lip
your fragile little dove

waves roaring loud so loud
yet look at you now

are you proud of yourself are you proud

I see you hiding

coward

tell me

where is your love now

Rachel Lauren Myers is a poet and writer from Reno, Nevada. Her poems and prose have appeared in The Moving Force Journal, Wild Roof Journal, and Anti-Heroin Chic. She is currently working on a chapbook.