My skin is pink
where i have tried to scrub your memory away
if i can just erase that spot, that tiny little spec then
i will no longer be

raw

i am overexposed

words flash in my mind
lost in my head
never spoken. willed in for 8 years

then a line, an etching, a crack
facade crumbles
pouring out, tumbling over, whipping around, lashing me.

i am unable
to mend it.