Ugly Red

i spend hours in the shower

i spend hours at the sink

knowing i had no power

when i inhaled that salty drink

and as i wash under my fingernails

and tears wet my face

my mind is lingering in the details

of when we interlaced

i can't clean you from my body

and i can't clean you from my bed

my husk forever stained

with your ugly box-dye red

The Hands That Touch Me

the hands that touch me admire

and cherish my slits of mended skin

the hands that touch me press down

my heart stuck in his grin

the hands that touch me are now unfamiliar

as they now tear and claw

the hands that touch me rip apart to feast

claiming the parts of me that are raw

the hands that touch me leave me to die

the hands now soaked in my blood

the hands that touch me are now unamused

my tears becoming an eternal flood