Traces

Splitting and running
a thick, cold, restorative path –
Lead me out of here.
Twist and turn and fall
and drip to remind me of even your abandonment.

Solidify and then crack
for me to pick and peel away
like a child
Become a stubborn stain
so I realize the fun has ended
and it all begins again.

Grazing, scratching, seeing
you is all I need
to feel them –
the itchy, dirty, secrets –
showcased unfairly
and so stupidly plain.

Stop loving them so.

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