re: my bitten tongue :
jomé rain
i will not let you rob me
of the thorns of who i am
father time
re: sugar daddy
(i will not let you bribe me
into submission)
i will not heed your words
that claim ‘the easy road’s a short cut.’
i will not chase a heaven
that molds stilts upon my back
i will not be eclipsed by comforts had
nor questions lost
better broken than a build-a-bear
shilling false hope to the needy
i’d rather be a corpse
than be your quiet thing
i’d rather be your bile
than your last meal
jomé rain is a 25 year old author and full service sx worker based in brooklyn, nyc. she writes about love, lust, and negotiations with sobriety. you can keep up with her on substack (the little tender).