Samantha Karam

Oh the obscenities you must see. Just plopped up there, looking down at everyone. Looking down at me.

They tell me to stop
But I’m addicted to you.

It’s natural. Humans are sexual beings and if a woman doesn’t want to hold back, she shouldn’t have to.

Other readers have skimmed
her tear-soaked chapters with disinterest,
but he bathes in each letter.

My chest burns from being force-fed
Raw atmosphere.
I feel my shoulders begin to bruise
From the straps of my lifesaver.
No one warned me this would
Hurt so much.

Two months of falling
have built to this moment.
Her lips land ever so delicately.
On his.

Rows of sun kissed bodies
Lying and turning like rotisserie.
Sprinkled with sand,
And cooked until golden brown.