Dirty Poem by Chelsea Pieterse

Dirty
Shrouded in sin
Layered in dirt
of immoral filth.
It cannot
be washed away
by the water
pounding my body
and it cannot
be burnt away
as the beating spray
grows hotter.
It clings to me
like ravenous
leeches
sucking the life out of me
Nefarious.
Or am I?
I'm calling your name
Shouting to the heavans
But my words
Keep dropping to the floor
Too dark
Too heavy
to reach you
thudding to the floor
burning up
as the hell is my soul
but you're gone
as so am i.