Day 19 – A Wordle

His Toxic Rub

Against our skin
Was heaven
Although we knew he was a con
Yet, we closed our eyes to what
Our reason whispered.

How he embarrassed us
We flushed with shame and we were naked
In the square…
For all the world to laugh at us and spit
In our direction.

All that came to pass
There is no scar
But the initial which I razored
On my shoulder.

The oldest oxymoron in the world
“Sweet pain” would fit here,
If it wasn’t so outdated
And so stale.
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