You left your permanent mark on me
I couldn't leave the same
As we passed by slowly
Like a non-safety match
Scraping on a sandpaper box.
My eyes rolled back as you scratched me
With what felt like the sharp bit of a safety pin
You got under my skin
It must be car paint or writing ink
(Of which there is no data on safe use on humans)
It's gone from tenderness and swelling
To itching, bumps
And bad and good behavioural change

You left me
Burned out like a stolen car
That had been joyridden
And extinguished
I'm fading from blue black to green
A tatty drunken sailor
Trying to wash it off by summoning spirits
No longer invisible to the Gods
Hopefully you'll be able to identify me in the next world
With my passport to future happiness