CREAM

The stink of her fingers

makes me wish to wretch.

The oily residue that clings to me

after her touch

leaves me repulsed

and cheap.

Her fucking cream

keeps her soft

and supple

and smiling

but makes me sick.

Am I allergic to her ginger-scented hand cream?

Did I have a traumatic event

near birth

that maintains nausea

anytime that evil brew is near?

I must find some way

to free her of her awful habit

or find some way

to free myself of her.