Nude Shell

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citrus scents the wet air;
water pools in the small of my back,
the curve of my thigh.

nothing will remove the blood
running down my calf
like a train wreck
headed for wide-eyed glory.

you’re dirty, sick.
…an anomaly.

i touch my breasts,
coldly.

that’s right.
i’m a fucking monster!

ooh, I like - dark and loaded

What is the reason for not having capital letters?

I think you got me back for making your head spin with my poem I posted, I had to read this a few times over before I got it - really courageous write, not really something a man would understand if my interpretation is correct, although this poem could be interpreted in a few ways and can be a bit dualistic, which I like. Some really loaded words, well stringed together and not overtly obvious. I will try to crit it but I think it may be semantics - your style is really clean and to the point.

Strip
citrus scents the wet air;
water pools in the small of my back, In the context of the poem it seems that you are standing, so "pools" doesn't make sense, I get what you are saying though, but only after reading a few times
the curve of my thigh.

nothing will remove the blood
running down my calf
like a train wreck
headed for wide-eyed glory.I think you can go deeper than this, the best part of the stanza is the imagery about the blood running down your calf and the evocative emotion attached to it. I get what you are saying but the whole concept though of not being able to wash off blood, the phrases "like a train wreck" and "wide eyed glory" are a bit cliché, when put together even more so. I have read some of your commentary and I think you can do much better, you have the skill and imagination to do so. Rest of the poem is perfect. The missing caps do bother me though

you’re dirty, sick.
…an anomaly.

i touch my breasts,
coldly.

that’s right.
i’m a fucking monster! Fuck yeah!