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I need you to know how it felt

After you were done with me-

After you’d peeled my citrus scented skin away

And sucked on the flesh

Spitting out the sticky pips of mine

That threatened to take root one day-

So I wrote you-

Fragile blood on a white sheet

Sprawling out to articulate pain-

Folded up like laundry

And gifted to you.

Which you couldn’t even entertain

Refusing to undress the envelope-

Throwing what’s left of me straight to the flames.

What couldn’t be bitten, had to be burnt.

The ashes of me, finally free.

Tilly Aistrop is a professional chef and aspiring writer, you can find more of her work here bit.ly/Aistrop-portfolio.
Or you can check out her newly started substack @tillais