Swallow

this is not empowerment it's enchantment
this is a basic hunger
this is me owning up to my self absorption
this is the same day over and over again

i am clean
memories are not drawn in chalk
they are solid
i can feel the weight
i can feel everything

your fingertips
your bottom lip...
everything

there was no first time
there was no last time
blood is thicker than water
it won't stop raining

you will never think of this the way i think of this
though we are doing the same thing

i remember
when words were bonds
and now we tie things in bed sheets

there is no recovery time
there is no redemption
i swallow your secrets
and wait for them to burn me alive.

--Karissa Satchwell