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I couldn't get him off me. Not the smell of his cologne as it clung to my clothes. It's showy odor choking my senses and leaving them cloudy. I was lost in it, my clarity an apparition amongst it's smog. I felt hazed by it, like it was surrounding me. Engulfing me. A fog in which we both hid.

I couldn't get him off me. Not the taste of his kiss as it monopolized the space of my lips. Their desperate haste leaving raw marks where his stubble coated chin ground feverishly against my silently screaming mouth. His taste was acrid, an acrimonious cocktail of cheap beer and dead cigarettes. I held a funeral for them on my tongue, wishing each one of them peace in their ashy graves.

I couldn't get him off me. Not the ghost of his touch as it raced across my body, claiming king to whichever section it found. My skin burning at the checkpoints he established, each place where caress turned awry. Bile churned in the depths of my stomach as I received his attention and withstood his devotion. Desiring nothing more myself than to wash him away, to cleanse myself of his invasive existence.

But I couldn't get him off me. No matter how much I tried. I was stained and I was soiled. He tainted every inch of me with his thuggish embrace. I struggled and I screamed, my protests oozing from my mouth and covering me in frothed spittle. Consuming me like playful soap. But the water never ran clear. Tarnished I was cast aside. My senses drenched in all he did, they'd never return immaculate. I, a flattened animal at the side of a lonely road, maggots rotting through my besmirched flesh, unable to escape the confines of my dirty heinous reality.

I couldn't get him off me. But however I am now; abandoned and grotesque with my once virginal skin a road map of unrequited selfish lust - I know he will never wash my blood from his hands. I will stain through his membrane and color his bones. I will seep in to the very marrow and dye it sanguine. I will mingle and run alongside his blood then take home in his heart. I will poison his mind. I will lace every thought. I'll be the microscopic glass to his batch of cocaine. I will never leave him. I will eat him alive. And in time I will kill him.
Then we'll be even.