quick poem (TW)

the night you took me

i came home

i smiled at my

mom, told her my

day

went great, i

hopped in the shower

and tried to wash your

handprints

off of 

me.

i scrubbed and

scrubbed and my

legs, they were

red, i

could've sworn i saw your 

fingers

exactly where you left

them.

i grabbed more

soap

to forget the way you grabbed more of

me.

its funny how we heal from these things.