the word ‘mistake’ hangs in the air between us
i take a permanent marker & scrawl
‘sorry’ on the floorboards
come home & slip on soapsuds
(you spent the entire morning
scrubbing away at my apologies) ;
so I bleach the walls
a color that drowns out the sound of my crying;
next week, i will teach myself to forget
watch you split open my skin
& carve out the parts of me
knife sawing away at everything that makes me
a (human) mistake.
It’s been a few months since I published this post promising to share more writing on here and today I’ve finally delivered. I’m really sorry I made you guys wait this long. If you’re interested in reading more poetry, feel free to check out my poetry blog!