i scrubbed myself raw
trying to wash away the imprints
of unwanted fingertips,
suffocated in silence
and soap suds
because i didn't want to know
if the phantom touch
i felt in the dark
was all in my head
or my fault
because of the way i dress.
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Shower Thoughts
i scrubbed myself raw
trying to wash away the imprints
of unwanted fingertips,
suffocated in silence
and soap suds
because i didn't want to know
if the phantom touch
i felt in the dark
was all in my head
or my fault
because of the way i dress.