5am

I have caught raindrops in the puddles of my hand

Hoping to scoop a substance so pure that it would wash clean the reflection I held for years

.

A single moment’s weakness can bring it back

Where I audibly yell to no one,

Asking to forget.

Between fingertips I wrapped strings of shame and hid them under layers of gloves.

For I memorized each mole on your body,

but the one on the center of your neck,

perfectly placed between your collarbones,

haunt me.

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