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Every morning
I begin with blood.
Letting the sin of the night before
wash down the drain--
but it leaves
stains on my soul-
marking her as impure, unclean.
Misplaced innocence lingers on my mind.
The stench of a man lingers on my body
and instead of rubies, I bleed back.
I am only the carcass of what I used to be.
Ruined by my demons.
Betrayed by my own body.