CRASH*              The
                                    Jagged
                     ­                       Edges                                     ­   BOOM
                                                     Of
    BANG                                             A
                                                    Rainy
     ­                                       Night                     ­       CRASH
                                                  ­  Made
                BOOM                            Noticed
­                                                                 ­   Only
                                                            ­                 By                                 BANG
                                                          ­                       Thunder

Soiled.

Unclean.

Rotten.

Used.

Or could you say
Abused?

Hands like fire-
I still feel them crawl
Along the earth
Of my skin.

Burning what's left of life.

Leaving filth
And a Stain
That only you
And I
Can see.

But I dont want to share
Anything
With you.

Leave it to you
To make me.

Could it be
That I am only
What others say?

Instead of who
I want to be?

Who I think
I am?

Am I truly
Just defined
By a test?
A grade?
A survey?
A paycheck?

Is there nothing more to me

That what

They think

They know?

Crawl away,
I walked in strong.
Then,
With arms
Around my helpless body,
You killed me.
Cut me open
With a trail of
Tainted kisses
Down to the places
I asked you nicely
Not to touch
I guess
You dont speak
Kindness.