Made of Paper
by Rebecca Walkins Randle
My flesh is made of paper,
and I hide myself within
the origami confines
of my deepest sin.
I wore your lewd graffiti
like a badge for all to see
and I watched in reverent silence
as your ink seeped into me.
You posessed me...you owned me,
you smeared hate across my soul,
you vandalized what once was pure,
and left a stain as black as coal.