Therapy 2009 (or, not for Tim)

years

sitting here naked

and exposed choosing

v u l n e r a b i l i t y

I pay you to 

LISTEN

gasping

I rip away skin

muscle

exposing what’s

inside

blood and emptiness

(you stifle a yawn behind your hand)

slowly

silently

I retrieve the shards of myself

that are strewn 

across the floor

and

opening my mOuth

I swallow them down

I stand and leave this place

she could not be helped they said

by