my chest is aching with a dense pain
my body is infected with his touch
and the bruise of his fingertips
his taste lingers on my lips
a disgusting aftertaste
my tongue cannot rid of
his scent still trespasses in my senses
the pain that lived inside my cry
was not enough for him
he theft me that night
he used and took and borrow and stole
what he thought was his
i am covered in the filth of him
