Scalding Truth

~Siena~

I was trying to scrub my skin off.

Literally.

Like if I pressed the sponge hard enough into my flesh, I could erase it. The memory. The scent. The way he touched me like I belonged to him. Like I wanted to belong to him. Like I was already his.

I wasn’t crying. Not really. But my eyes were stinging, and the water was way too hot. Hot enough to scald. Hot enough to make my skin red.