Dirty Girls’ Disease

A Poem

Photo by Ian on Unsplash

They told me
I was sick
Because I let you
Find a home
Deep inside me.

They told me
I must be dirty,
Sex with demons,
Sip this clean juice,
Have you tried yoga?

Is this pain
Ripping me -
Ripping us -
Apart, really just
Psychosomatic?

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