Residue

There's something under my skin
Something grainy, irritating
I can't get to it, make it go away
Want to cut it out

Feels like him, still there, still taking what's mine alone to give
A pressure behind my neck
An invisible yoke I can't escape

Can't get rid of the grip, can't get away
Can't rub away the imprint of his touch
These are the moments I despair
These, the moments that he wins

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: grainy

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