Monday 18 October 2010

i feel unclean.
you cling to me like sulphur, and no matter what i do to mask it i can't escape your stench.
like fog on a winter morning you envelop me, suffocate me, drown me.
i want to flush you away.
like an unwanted tattoo that's malevolent presence taunts my skin, i want to cut you out. 
you are not part of me any more, yet you cling to me.
no matter how many times i wash my hands, your blood never comes out. 
i want to fuck just to forget you. as if by being someone else's you will magically lose your place in my heart.
it's like you left.
but you never undid the handcuffs.
i don't want to be yours any more, and this is one prison from which i'm finding it hard to escape.