I dreamt of the boy again
the one that drained my skin
cradling everything in his palm before
smearing me completely 
with his dirt and filth

vivid red tearing through me 
as if I existed to only be taken

eyes skinning me alive
hands cleaning up the mess that was made

I became widowed
from my own body
stuck in a monotonous cycle
of wanting to be reborn.

bleaching everything 
in hopes to start over.

my eyes
in hopes to forget his face.
my hands
that only scratched in vain
my lips
that were too frail to scream
my sky
so I can live in another reality.

To be clean again.