i wash your fingers out of my knotted hair,
rid your bitter taste from my lips, and
scrub my barren skin with fine sea salt,
until the bottle has been emptied,
until every inch of
you has left my body
for you have bruised my bones,
infested me with your virus,
planted a cancerous seed in the
cracks and crevices of my hippocampus
and i will continue to clean this mess that you left for me,
sanitize every part of me that you touched,
until i no longer feel your hands
on my sweet smooth skin
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