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There’s a mat at

the doorstep

that’s woven from

my skin

and nobody notices.

The footprints aren’t

mine but belong

to me now

and the shoes don’t

even fit my tiny feet

so do nothing

but leave their mark.

I’m filthy with them.

Covered. Bruised.

So I sit;

Naked and

tired and sore,

Listening to the bath

fill with clean.

Waiting to heal.


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4 responses »

  1. That is some raw stuff, and beautifully created. I loved it.


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