My Room Is No Longer Yours

Heater on bare skin 

Fragmented visions of pale wooden headstands 

Thick blankets 

Tired gaze 

Strength by the numbers

Inebriated by the name of sex 

Call my name like it hasn't been said in ages 

Grab my hair like the delicacy of fine silk 

Reassure me with your broken words 

And lay me down like the woman I was meant to be