Caricamento in corso...

A Different Kind Of Filth

These scars won’t come off no matter how hard I scrub at them.
Unlike dirt or mud,
that simply disappear with a bit of soap and water,
this filth that covers my skin is of a different kind.
A kind that is not so easily removed.
Written in red ink with a very permanent marker,
these lines will not leave my body.
They stare back at me when I look in the mirror,
little lines of pink,
puckered skin from when the dirt in my veins brushed the outside of me and left stains there.
But these stains won’t come out of the fabric of my skin,
no matter how long I soak them.
When I wash away the soap,
they still remain,
unaffected.
 
Even though I’ve begun to to clean out inside of of myself,
and I’m determined to continue until I’m shiny new again,
even though one day I will be clean of all the darkness on my inside,
my outside will forever be marked by the times when it managed to seep through the cracks.
Altre opere di Nata Lee Diane Ricks...



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