Did you feel how easily my skin squished?
How it oozed between your ringed prints?
Oh, those hateful weapons you possessed,
your nails were filled with earth, mucus, and lint.
Don't you pity how I peeled?
Glistening with sin and sweat,
if your mother knew what you've done,
would it fill you with regret?
Did you notice how softly I caught the dim light,
glowing cold and humming from the bathroom,
I was reeling from your blight,
could you smell my metallic perfume?
Oh, how I feel every cell that
comprises this thick and crumpled-up veil
This weak wooly fabric that stretches
and climbs over my bones
That suffocates every moment now
and holds me when I'm alone
You rubbed me with salt and dirt and hair
and bits of your flesh
You made me unlike me
You made me someone new
You stretched and changed my form
Until I shifted in hue
My body moved like clay in your rough and calloused grip
Your hands were a vice around my head, and I couldn't hear.
You drove a straw between my brows and drank until I slipped.
Now, in my quiet anger, I wonder what you fear.
