I want to skin myself; I want to cleanse myself with boiling water.
I know I did nothing wrong but disgust doesn't know any better.
These emotions rub salts to my wounds and never let me heal.
I have been wronged and my scabs are picked at again and again.
And so, I continue being wronged as they again cut my meat.
It's been so long I don't remember when it began.
I am whipped again when I think this is the end.
These broken bones of mine will never mend.
I can feel my meat rotting and its putrid smell,
This skin held together by stiches will tear off too.
My leaking blood may or may not leave any trail.
Am I not suffering because I am black and blue?
I wrote this after my then tutor(almost a decade older than me) started flirting with me. I got out of the situation as soon as possible but I felt disgusted nonetheless.