Jagged drops fall on my back,
I feel every spiteful and poisonous thought
Tear at me from above.

My damaged soul,
Naked and afraid,
Tries to cast aside the wounds
To start anew.

The putrid words you made me believe
Lay stagnant,  festering.

The whirlwind of shame will not let me rest
Until all the despair has vanished into the acrid rain of destruction.