five hundred and eighteen

unable to post

keep them stuffed in my closet,

like some god damn ghost

no idea, really, what is worse

to afraid to live out loud,

or your label of ‘shame' and ‘perverse'

some say its a talent

'so poised in your verse'

screw that, oversexed is my true curse

so rather then live out loud

i’ll stay behind these closed doors

take all that is truly me, right down to my core

tuck that shit away, in tight little drawers

to avoid your damnation, and outburst of wars

until the day that i just can’t anymore

so consider yourself warned,
it’s getting harder to ignore

because i can feel it,

trying like hell to seep out my pores

 ~j~