The Cleansing

I could feel their hands all over me

The memory of them

Never leaving me

I was stuck

A constant reminder

That I was theirs

Tethered to them

By this invisible string

Holding me down

I wanted my freedom back

I wanted out

To erase everything

I knew it would hurt

My flesh peeling from my bones

It's the only way I could think of

To permanently remove their touch

To cleanse myself

From bone to flesh

Burn the memory

Of what they've done

One flick of my wrist

The matchstick illuminated

I can feel the heat

Engulfed by flames

Smoke surrounding me

Purifying me of their sins