Poetry Tuesday – Dirty

Some stains never come off,

No matter the passage of time

Or the effort to come clean.

The grime infects to the core,

Her center, which was ripped from her.

Hide away, but everyone sees.

Everyone but her —

The irreversible damage.

She knows brokenness as intimately

As a hundred false lovers.

She lies to everyone,

Most of all herself.

Her denial so deep,

It buries her.

She sees only dirt.

Author: Cynthia "Cyndi" Hilston

Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay at home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction. In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.  

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