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.



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