Disfigurement
to a one time pretty boy
is like
finding out that I'm positive all over again
a tower of rubble
to the chest
another death sentence rolled out
just in time for the new year
a new contagion of scar tissue
and self-doubt
self-loathing and your disgust
turning me away in the rain
and if it hadn't been you
it will eventually be a whole line of others
whom no longer wish to sample
this drama queen's merchandise
of defilement
and raw pain