shed
my clothes,
showered,
scrubbed my
skin
until I thought
it might blister,
studied my thigh,
found
likely signs
of infection.
Bree shrugged,
Kristina
silently screamed
at the angry
green pocket of pus
beneath
the purple welt—
Adam’s forever
symbol of love.
The Door Opened
I did scream then.
But it was only Leigh.
Hey, it’s only me.
Kinda jumpy, aren’t you?
“Did you need something?
I’m naked you know.”
I’ve seen you naked before.
’Course I’ve never seen that before.
She pointed to the tattoo.