fragments

He with his lips that were too soft and limp for my kisses, this one with his rough calloused hands, that one with his cum that burned me from the inside.

“They” say it takes seven years for our cells to regenerate and make us into completely different people, so those parts of them have never touched any parts of me, now.

One by one they broke me into pieces, but I finally feel clean.


This was written for Tri-Writing with Maya Stein, 3 lines for 21 days. Photo by Genessa Panainte on Unsplash

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