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.