I’ll wear this shame with indifference. What’s done is done. (N)Ever-wiser and a lesson easily learnt but difficult to transcend in the real. How many more men will taint my troubled soul with their sticky desire? Am I not a product of my own making? I lie in an unmade bed, and I can smell you on my skin. Scalding water will not wash away the mark you left, but if makeup can transform the ugly then I can always hide.