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he can still feel it
h
a
n
d
s
all over him, they won’t stop
get off, get off, get off
fingers sliding, voices whispering
g
o
o
d
b
o
y
all over him, touching him, feeling him, bruising him forever
he was tainted, forever marred
UGLY DIRTY IMPURE DIE DIE DIE
he fought, he did, he
s
c
r
e
a
m
e
d
(he’s still screaming, always screaming, he never stops)
and it hurt, it stung
was this what it felt like to burn?
was this how his mother felt?
his dark brown eyes
cold like the
grave
the marks he could never scrub off
shut up
shut up
shut up
shut up
oh, how he tried (he tried, he did, he swears he did)
it hurt
it burned
help, it burned
please
please, it BURNS
.
.
.
he woke up
why
he was unclean
he felt it
that fire still ripped through him
(oh gods his voice
still
e
c
h
o
e
d)
(no one will believe you)
they wouldn’t believe him
he stepped outside
he
s
m
i
l
e
d
.