Written for Prompt #475 at
staringout.
You've drawn on me
with invisible ink;
etches, scribbles, crooked
blots of basted black crisscross
my veneer.
Obsolete faults burst
splintering sincerity's charade -
profanity climbs out,
slinking
and you're seared into my soul.
My thoughts are tarnished;
loneliness pollutes.