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.

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