I Am

I am tattooed.

Broken and oozing disgust.
I hate everyone...stitch me up
it's pouring out.
The hatred, the sickness.

I am a desert rose.

Black, parched.
So beautiful you can taste it.

I am silently screaming.

In the rain.
And it keeps coming, drenching, drowning,cleansing me.
Washing away the dirt,
revealing the vulnerable child underneath.