A sting made me bleed
pulsing red rash spread.
To every inch,
Inch to inch,
sharp scratches cut me.
The rejection of my body.
The moment I shoved him
out of me.
Flinching,
he continues to sting.
Until I was dry,
his skin chafed within.
Rash, rash go away.
Come on another one
within a day.
No longer craving
thrusted powered pressure,
or an intimate touch.
Bleeding befalls on me.
I bleed on him.
While inside,
my pain regains and will abide.
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