every
accusation
you made leaks
onto my pillow case
from my ears where they
have been burrowing and buzzing
all day filling my mind with sores and regrets
when
i unfold
myself at dawn
when the sun is yet
a fresh hanging egg yolk
i smooth down my edges like
a piece of wrinkled origami with
creases that can never truly be erased
i
find
your final
words stained
across my throbbing brow
in the grooves of the swirls of my fingerprints
every slur and gripe a ugly bleeding red that hardens into black crud
you’re a permanent stain
– caroline indars hughes
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