Disgusted

He spits on my dick like it’s a dirty shoe he’s polishing.
He broke my scab undoing all the damage from before.
Cracked baby-soft foreskin.
He tried to rip out the good hairs.
I saw his face from below the screws, the beige paint,

The bruised ink of lust.
I let him have his way with me.
Gave him the best parts of me beneath
The bridge of the stall.
Babied my bruises after he left me there

Wiping away shit, cleaning away the bit of blood that was left.
He never asked for my phone number.
He didn’t want to take me out to dinner.
He didn’t say: I would love to see you again.

He just left me there
Bleeding,
Sweating,
mad & pissed, disgusted