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Stained

 

Saturated by shame,

I am soaked to the core.

Cold and shivering

naked and exposed.

My soul stained by your touch

that can never be undone.

If you were to rip me open

there would be your mark

a darkness encasing my heart

blackening to my bones

My innocence stolen

I have washed away the blood

but can not erase your touch

Every fibre of me remembers you.

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2 thoughts on “Stained

  1. Beautiful, powerful poetry. I read this and related to it so much. Some of my poetry about my assault encompasses the same feelings…the staining, the not being able to get away from a touch, any touch.

    You have so much to share with your writing, so much strength in putting yourself out there. Thank you.

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