Touch the cold glass with your numb fingertips
and breathe in...
...breathe out.
Notice how plump your cheeks are
from the rest of your bones
You move your fingers
to smooth the wrinkles
of your young face
The tears keep on pouring
"Hush"
your swollen lips part.
Take off your shirt
It smells too much
of musk and pine so much
unlike the vanilla scent of your
shadow-tattoed wrists and you,
you cry
again
"Hush"
Your dirty soles run to the bathroom
quickly, turning on the faucet
and you wonder what is
with you that turned him on
You lay on the tub
but you are angry
With bare hands, you scrub
Scrub so hard, scrub to erase
Scrub to be clean
Your pale skin turns crimson
but you don't stop
because he did not
HUSH
he whispered, softly so softly
but the screams, the groans, the unwanted moans
continued to fill your ears
and you cry
again
"Hush"
you tell yourself
Your tears are too pure for this world.
