My fingernails, long and sharp
Hover over my skin, gliding over
The nooks and crannies hidden within.
I press down, hot water burning me
As I scratch and scratch the dirt
And the residue that you left.
The ashes on my skin are permanent,
Fixated forever by your touch,
Glued unto me by the adhesive of your name.
No matter the amount of water poured over,
Or the roughness of the washcloth against my body,
I cannot scrub your name off of my heart.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
My fingernails, long and sharp
Hover over my skin, gliding over
The nooks and crannies hidden within.
I press down, hot water burning me
As I scratch and scratch the dirt
And the residue that you left.
The ashes on my skin are permanent,
Fixated forever by your touch,
Glued unto me by the adhesive of your name.
No matter the amount of water poured over,
Or the roughness of the washcloth against my body,
I cannot scrub your name off of my heart.
