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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