sterile scented skin

soft but not subtle

to be pale, like bleach white hospital walls.

paper thin, self indulged

pulse running icy

fingertips stinging cold.

you smell like an operating room

and feel like the cold light after.

now scarlet deep

your pristine tundra, flowing

broken in one hundred gentle criss-cross lines

you are desecrated

stained in alizarin red

unworthy.