Because he fucking haunts me

I almost called him “Daddy”

when his hands were around my neck,

I wanted to be his babygirl in heart-shaped glasses

and slick bare skin—no lies between me and him.

 

And even now in separate seats,

the shape of his fingers feed the fire

I feel at the nape and roll down

my spine in a lusty blaze.

 

I won’t mind when he tilts my chin

and makes me get on my knees.

I’ll listen closely for each command.

~~~

Yara S. Nerida is a Latina poet who has been writing for over a decade. Her work has been published in The Sonnetarium at Rhythm and Bones Literary Magazine. Her work will be featured in Vessel Press. She has a collaborative chapbook, Good Girl Games, with Kristin Garth forthcoming from Maverick Duck Press.

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