22 Showers
by: Rachel Bowman aka zachstabbedme

walking home from late night parties,
boy she trusts walking by her side
the good side of the pure girl's mind
Almost to his house now
That's when porcelian skin meets alcoholic
"you'd do it if you loved me"
"i don't love you!"
"goddamn fucking whore"
her body flung against the cold stairs
snow soaking her body shivering
his hands grip her hair, drag her through the door
sometimes she still feels his body
pressed up against her in heated anger
sometimes she still feels her frame
being thrown against the wall
tainted breath on bloody lips
struggling, struggling. stolen of her purity.
stolen of her voice.
his disgusting hate between her pale legs.
she just sits there in her brokenness, crying.
she won't even look at me. she won't even look.
showers, 22. took 22 today.
her thighs are scabbed and painfully red.
Bleeding because they hurt so bad,
remembering him, this feeling not leaving
scrubbing scrubbing scrubbing
i want it to leave. why won't it leave?
please please please.
"please! stop!"
she's always wearing that jacket now.
she tells me it hides her
"from who," i asked; "from myself," she said
sometimes i erupt into insanity when
i see her get up and walk to the bathroom.
shower 23. please be the last.