Alrighty, here goes. No stealing if you like it.
Blotted Ink
By Richele
Nobody notices the cord choking my speech
my hands search frantically to write what I think
Nobody smells my perfume mixed with semen unwanted
or my fingers splattered with saliva not mine
I guess you can't open my eyes and read the pages
'cause they're full of unfinished phrases
And I feel so unclean tonight
though I've scrubbed my hands raw and bleeding
to wash them pure of the blotted ink
I can't close my ears to the sound of breath
leaking like poison and drowning my cries
I cannot help but be allergic to touches of skin
it brings back too much that I don't want to feel
The deed's been done, the price has gone unpaid
and now I'm stolen and all of my worth is drained
And I feel so unclean tonight
though I've scrubbed my hands raw and bleeding
to wash them white of the blotted ink
Now I'm stolen...and worth that much less
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