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she scrubbed her skin red raw
so maybe she could get rid of the memory of his hands
hot and heavy on her skin, her arms
she wanted to take the washcloth to her brain too
scrub out the curves and corners of her gray matter (more)
Scrub hard
Against the tear stains
Soaked in agony, velleity, solitude, abasement,
Lost in the woods of the meaningless mind
Forever nostalgic.
It happened in math class- the boy sitting behind me had allergies and was spewing germs all period. I could feel them- the germs- creeping towards me. But they had ten more minutes of travel time and they wouldn't make it from his hands to his desk to my(more)