Lack Luster

Eyes sparkle like sapphire stones

Sweet lips glistening; Tragedy prone.

Hips sway mockingly from side to side.

His heart grows bitter; her very presence makes him quiver

A voice filled with haunting desire.

Assuming in every way; this fortress is my empire.

Great at a game I was not meant to play, poisoned by extremities that should have never traveled my way.

I am lust in the flesh, a walking contradiction.

I am the remains of a disease someone left in a pool that a young girl swam in.

Wicked with a blind eye to all that is right.

Wrong with an open heart to anyone willing to fight.

I am a honey sweet sting; taste my sin.

I am glass, shattered; I glimmer with a lustrous emotion.

I was adolescent and it wasn’t a choice.

Yet it burned so deep to hear the screams of my ever-silent voice.

Rough hands. Soft skin. Young body. No oxygen.

Tainted mind, heavy tears.

Hypothesis that form no conclusion.

This I know. That I fear will be the story of her life written in scars, hidden by skin, vivid to only her and him.

By Eboni Gonzalez & Tiffani Hilliard