I didn't know what I'd done
I didn't think what preceded
Was wrong, that I should stop you to keep from
becoming "sullied"
You spat the term out just as you spat in my
closed face as you turned to leave
forever - "You're useless to me now"
you said I made you do it why, why did
I make you.
You implied power and a motive
I held neither in upturned mud stained palms.
I learned I was filthy, a whore, a slut.
and so, eyes opened yet dazed I stole
the school through broken
bushes to a house's suburban lawn
to wash under a sulpher fumed faucet's rush
I felt no cleaner
wearing the silent mark of your spewm
burned a screaming tatoo into
my nape.
It would be seen. I would bend now
in shame...

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