these stains
cannot be washed out
and the lemony-fresh bleach
cannot cover the
noxious odor
that these rotten memories
leave behind
we can scrub until
our hands turn raw
until our heads begin to spin
but the stain will still be there
darker and angrier
than before
demanding to be acknowledged
demanding to be remembered
to arrive to a chaotic
bubbling surface
so that you cannot suppress it
this stain will stay
this stain will stay
another piece of fabric
wasted
