My body is an ocean

Whose depths house

Magnificent creatures;

Whose depths

You will drown trying to reach,

Suffocated by the pressure of

My thighs.


My body is the house

You graffitied as a kid

And I was left to

Clean up the mess,

Throwing away cans devoid of spray paint but

Full of your false sense of pride

And painting over the mess so the neighbors don’t think I’m unclean.


You mistake my shrinking for permission

As you reach your filthy hand toward me

Leaving the kind of unwanted filth that cannot be removed

No matter how many bars of soap I go through,

No matter how much skin I remove -

I wish I could peel it off

All because of you.


Published by Jasmine Uitto