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Bleach
I can’t eat, I won’t speak
You're decomposing before me
I'm frantic and curdled inside
Your voice cuts right through me
Like bleach on chapped skin, viciously
The sting spreads slow and sure
Don't tell me you're disappearing into distance
I thought the space between our hands was something pulling us back
Now I'm standing, wondering what my foolish heart forgot
When I left it in your hands and gave you everything I had
Bleach is rising, crawling through the cracks
Don't let it in, let it in
My pride won
Now the white keeps spreading
And I think I know how this ending
I follow your shadow, trace the shape of your window
It's peculiar how you picture me now.
Everything I touch turns white
Everything I loved loses its light
A piece of my soul has gone opaque
I scrub until my fingertips bleed
Now I'm just the stain that won't come clean.
Everything I touch turns to bleach
And I can't wash my hands
Can't wash my hands
I can't wash my hands clean
My heart keeps breaking as I'm disappearing into distance
You thought the space between our hands was something pulling us back
Now you're standing wondering what your foolish heart forgot
When you left it in my hands and gave me everything you had
Bleach is rising, crawling through the cracks
Don't let it in, let it in
My pride won
Now the white keeps spreading
I already know how this is ending
I could curl up into a ball every morning
But what would that do?
I turn away from every mirror
I’m afraid to see my own face
When every reflection shows an image of you
You're always somewhere soaking
Through the walls and through my thinking
All those warnings about poison
Maybe they were true
Even when you're nowhere near the room
I'm stained by you
I pour the bottle out
Pour the bottle out
But the white fills my lungs
Sleep is just another thing I forgot how to do
I'm stained by you
I hear your voice somewhere beyond me
Every word still pulls me through
It catches underneath my breath
And turns the whole night back to you
What can I do?
You're always somewhere soaking
Through the walls and through my feelings
All those warnings about poison
Maybe they were true
I take one step
Then another
Keep moving
Slowly, I turn past every tile
every corner
Even when you're nowhere to be found
I'm stained by you
I wash my hands
But the chemicals on my body won’t clear
I wash my hands
I wash my hands
Why are you still here?
- Sylvie
October 15, 2026
7:52 PM