"i’m disgusting"
by hydrangeasyndrome
My body doesn’t feel like my own.
It feels like you stole it from me.
No, it feels like you’ve infected it.
Showers do nothing.
It feels like I cover my body with clothing to hide the grotesque mess it became after your touch.
You’ve made my skin crawl at the thought of itself.
You’ve made me disgusting.
I can’t escape it.
It’s my skin and bones.
You’ve ruined it.
There’s no fixing it.
There’s no soap or scrub to clean it.
There’s no medicine or injection to send your virus out of me.
You’ve made me disgusting.
Poetry
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Wow, this is truly powerful writing. Each line just drills in the pain further. It hurts how much your words portray people’s inner thoughts, especially while trying to erase what’s been done. It’s hard to overcome traumatic events in life when the echoes are determined to stick around and make you feel like secondhand goods.