12-15-17 Just As It Should
Sometimes the past lingers
It sits in my finger nails and waits for me to pick my teeth
I wash my hands again and again but then it spreads to my palms
Every hand shake and grasp turns bitter
I wish I knew how to forget those smells
The rotting and dusty beds
I threw away my old shoes and walked bare until I got blisters
And then I was greeted with a new smell
A new hand
How the past seems now
Like just a bad dream
I no longer feel the aches of sorrow in my knees
My belly doesn’t quake
My chest rises and falls as it should
•Just as it should•
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