unclean

It’s been three months since he was there--
Since anyone was there,
And the smell of my own body still nauseates me.

The fingerprints
Fading from purple to yellow
Were gone after a few weeks,
But it’s still here:
Filth through my pores
Screams in my blood.

I’ve tried

Load after load, bed sheets and underwear

Scalding water

My skin.