Every day I turn the dial
as hot as it will go.
I let the water scorch my skin
as it falls upon me
in hopes it burns off
the remnants of you.
I run soap that smells of honey and almonds
over my red hot body
to release me of the feeling of your touch
but water and sweet smelling soap
can’t erase what you’ve done.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
Every day I turn the dial
as hot as it will go.
I let the water scorch my skin
as it falls upon me
in hopes it burns off
the remnants of you.
I run soap that smells of honey and almonds
over my red hot body
to release me of the feeling of your touch
but water and sweet smelling soap
can’t erase what you’ve done.
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