The swollen mounds scattered across my chest,
Back,
Face,
Arms,
Anywhere I can reach.
Layers of scars,
sins anyone can clearly see
No doubt it is due to me
What kind of fuckery this is.
It makes me look diseased
A leper
Plagued by bedbugs
Travellers, those who cross my path
Pretend not to see the wounds
The marks, my scarlet letter
It'll linger until it consumes me
The itch I can't ever seem to reach.
