6-7-16 Tears

•Tears•

Giving up has been my only option

Avoidance becomes a short cut

My problems are worn on my wrist like a removable tattoo that I refuse to stick under the kitchen sink

I don't need washed

I need scrubbed

Even after a cool shower, I still feel the dirt under my finger nails and the bugs in my feet

Like gum in my hair, all my problems are avoided with peanut butter

I go under my bed until the sun hides behind houses across the street

All my mistakes are cut across my forehead

My worries and anxiety bleed out

I can't scrub it off

It won't wash away

I turn off all the lights so I can't see the stains of red on my face and hands

I step into the sunlight

The heat blazes my face and hands

It hurts so much

My cheeks become wet with salted tears

They wash away the blood in my eyes and face

I wipe away the blood into my hands and look down

It flows down my legs and off my feet

Cass Unspoken