The tooth

The pain you feel after pleasure

Is the worst kind of pain there is.

It’s not like you left traces of yourself in my body

And it’s not like you shed your skin or anything -

There is no closure, no love, no warmth in that

Your hand never touched mine

And your bare soul never kissed my bare soul back.

It’s just some stranger’s body opening yours for a moment

Weaken your thoughts just to unleash the horror within

The shield you forgot to control for a moment was thin

It was saving you from the sharp world outside

And now you got bruises all over again.

They say never to come back to the thing that broke you

What if the thing that broke you left marks

And whenever someone sees them you get that cut again.

I feel like I can’t allow that to happen anymore

Like I have to protect myself,

And it has to be sustained,

It has to never be seen

That shame of breaking loose in some stranger’s face

The tears, the heart, that open body,

They can’t leave a trace.

I have to keep them safe

And do not let the sharp tooth in my skin

Bite me down to the heart 

Never again.