inkskinned:

“think of his career!”

oh, my mistake,
i was thinking of her life,
of the smile that’s left her eyes, of 
how ashes taste, of how 
i had to burn the outfit he touched me in
when it used to be my favorite
 
i was thinking of her,
as a person
instead of the money he’s capable of making
 
i know, astronomically, in the bank account,
his future means more than my body
because come on, didn’t he already
own me?
can’t i just get over it for him, 
for the sake of propriety?

oh, my mistake, 
there’s no fire here, 
just ghosts, just 
memory.