This is about the guy who groomed me so language feedback would be 'really appreciated:)

 

 

In the sauna

I was an open wound.

My skin was anger:

sore and raw and 

so self-conscious-

always naked.

I'd be feverish,

dehydrated,

and shaking.

The constant craving for salt,

was provoked by me,

so it was 'all my fault'

he was so thirsty.

He'd tear me apart,

from the inside-out.

But he'd still be parched,

and so he settled for blood.

I'd be gagging,

as he clawed at his itch:

exposing

all my flesh,

and grinning

as he did it,

because at least

I felt

wet.