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September 14, 2015 by Victoria Gaines

i run the water to fade out the noise.

i pour a top full of bleach and I begin scrubbing.

harder.

breathing in the fumes.

i switch brushes

hoping this time it will be different

wiped clean.

my hands begin to ache

and the stains are still there

where they've always been. 

 

September 14, 2015 /Victoria Gaines
poetry
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