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,