Busted Buttons

by B. Graham

 

The sundress is a promise of nothing underneath

 

I know it drives you lot mad

We left its buttons on a bed in a house not ours

You tore them from my bust and small and black they scattered

Bitten and bruising we got a taxi home not speaking

 

Just your hand on my knee, like you knew I’d let it be

I was so drunk that night I don’t remember fucking you

But I must have cum because I still have a bite mark and blood on my lip

In a place where only my teeth fit