drip
drip
dripping
on the chair it is thrown on top of
like a messy throne
i throw it in the laundry,
layer cleaning product after product
but the stain stays, as ruby red as the day it fell
people tell me, “have you tried using vinegar?”
“have you tried soaking it in club soda?”
but what works for you did not work for me.
years pass and deep in a forgotten drawer,
in a forgotten corner of the garage no one visits anymore
lays the shirt, with a stain
as ruby red as the day it fell
such are the stains in my own brain,
the thoughts and emotions of days long gone,
lost and forgotten until they are called upon again
but even time can’t take out the stain, and they remain,
as ruby red as the day they fell.
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