Dexter
no matter how much bleach i use
the blood stains won’t go away
i’m scrubbing and scrubbing the floorboards
the wood turned cherry
my hands calloused from the circles
but i keep scrubbing
i keep pouring out more and more
i’m begging for it to begin to disappear,
just like you did,
so i can stop being reminded
of how little you fucking cared.