"I think there is something lost in her.
I think something is dying.
She is red lipped and cold blooded
at my doorstep begging for someone
to save her.
Didn’t your mother teach you,
only you can save yourself?
We are seventeen and there
is something rank about her boiling blood.
Her cheeks don’t flush
in the face of cold-handed danger
like they should,
like we were taught.
I go into fetal position every time
someone touches me
to protect my heart in the depth
of my body.
Didn’t your mother teach you
to sit still?
I am armored,
I am frozen stared,
but there is something dying in her."