It still surprises me,
these traces when I find them,
shallow enough to feel them,
my veins of Fool’s gold
that shouldn’t be unmapped,
untapped.
Parts of me still holding onto
the parts of you
that hurt me, like if I can
feel it long enough
it’ll be worth it,
like my longevity
gives your brutality
meaning.
Like it’s anything more than
just: I am still here,
still
betrayed.
melissa suarez
melissa 