I began to scratch
and pick
because I no longer had a need for my skin
I feel trapped and suffocated within
its been bought
paid
I began to *****
and moan
because I refused
to moan
and quiver
his lips hadn't made
my legs shiver
or heart race
in fact after he left
the covers I chased
hoping they'd hide all shame
I continue to scratch and pick
and ***** and moan
I refuse to lay in hotel rooms
acting as wife
and be disgusted
When he returns home