Skin

you will never be clean. you'll scrub yourself pink, raw to the bone a lather of memories you never seem to escape. and when you think you've washed them down the drain they come right back up as you sleep.

you will want to escape. you'll try to grab your soul while you still can, crawl out of your tainted, filthy skin and into something new something perfect, without the marks and scars of everything he did to you.

but you will never be clean, you will never escape, and you will definetly never forget.