Now that it is done,
I've washed away the departed
Knives fall from the faucet
I am still stained of you.
Nothing to remove you from my skin,
your fingertips,
taped along my chest.
They are there, all the time.
They will never be relieved.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
Now that it is done,
I've washed away the departed
Knives fall from the faucet
I am still stained of you.
Nothing to remove you from my skin,
your fingertips,
taped along my chest.
They are there, all the time.
They will never be relieved.
