My Own Stains
Your Dirty Hands left marks on me. And when I wash them off My own stains are revealed to me. My insecurities are like a red wine stain On a white summer dress Hard to look at My shame, dirtier Like the stains on my sweatpants thrown in the back of my closet Dirtier, is my Anxiety You can smell it from two blocks down Ripe as the oversized -used to be white- t-shirt that…