She tried for hours to get his stench off her skin

The smell of his cologne and salty sweat

Seeped into her pores like a sponge

Every time she breathed, she could her the sound of his breath

She could still feel the ends of his fingers around her neck

Every time she closed her eyes, she could see his face

Every time she blinked, she got a vision of him

Every time she swallowed, she tasted tears

Tears, and him

She felt him, tasted him, smelled him

She was afraid to sleep, to talk, to breathe, to make the mistake of thinking

He was stapled to her, onto her very being

She wanted nothing more than to burn her skin, to get him off

She couldn't and she knew it

She wanted him dead,but to kill him was to kill herself