Wiped Clean


I loathe the thought that I once desired your embrace.
I wish your face never appeared in my dreams.
The thought of your silk black hair brings anger to my eyes.
Our bodies intertwined on my bedroom floor.
Your weather-beaten lips on my ear whispering thoughts of love and lust.
Your laughter echoes in my head over and over again. A lost voice trying to escape.
I wish a wave of serenity would wash over my body and smooth out every mark you have ever made on me.
I wish I could be wiped clean of you.

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