Sex Will Always Haunt Me.

I was once very pretty,
and perfectly well in my shell.
I was never really happy,
but I always made sure no one could tell.
I can handle being touched by my brother,
I can handle being paid.
One day though, you touched me
and I can never, ever be the same.

I'm digusting because they say so.
Although, my face has not changed.
You've inserted your claws inside me,
and I'm now infested with disease.
Clothed I look no different.
It's underneath that I must hide.
My skin is putrid.
I'm sick with disease.