In that moment my body felt
t i r ed.
NO
Not tired,
Tired is not what
T
H
I
S
Feels like.
In that moment my body was not my own,
it didn't feel like mine,
it was D I R T Y,
it was foreign,
it was
WRONG.
The water washed over my alien body,
rinsing away the smell,
the touch,
the pain.
But left the trauma.
Unable to comfort this new me,
crimson flowed instead.
A scar now permanent.
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
In that moment my body felt
t i r ed.
NO
Not tired,
Tired is not what
T
H
I
S
Feels like.
In that moment my body was not my own,
it didn't feel like mine,
it was D I R T Y,
it was foreign,
it was
WRONG.
The water washed over my alien body,
rinsing away the smell,
the touch,
the pain.
But left the trauma.
Unable to comfort this new me,
crimson flowed instead.
A scar now permanent.
Request permission to use this poem