Carmen
She doesn’t remember
what it’s like
To be able to look into another’s eyes unashamed
Fixed in character, proud.
She wants to be like the motivational posters pre-menstrual teens post on facebook
Announcing her mistakes but confident she’ll move forward,
But the truth is
She’s been trapped in this stale tomb for the past eight years.
She wishes she could peel off her skin and scrub the stench of cheap cigarettes and the hot breath of lusting strangers off her bones.
But the only thing that rises to the top is blood.
you only live once the frat boys cheer in her ear,
ignorant that what she does isn't living.