Filth

Dirt clung to the skin,

My skin.

I remember the feeling like filth.

Hands the size off ball gloves

All over my barely exposed skin.

His warm breath on my neck

And the sensation of being wanted.

Aggression sets in.

Hands turn hard.

His mouth muffling sounds.

My pleads

attempts

HIs denials.

It's like a building

Against a car.

Voices in the wind

And finally his vice breaks.

I am free.

I'm home in a blur

And still I feel like filth.

I remember thinking

Did I ask for this?

Reviews

[AmberMarie]

I love this, it's raw and it's beautifully written free verse poetry. Simply love it.