Fear of Bleach

lincolnneal:

when you hear a giggle

downstairs, you know i’ve gone.

/

a woman wearing no

shirt is being lead

like a child to bed

and hoping to be sick.

/

the occasional blast

from the radio is reassuring but unpredictable.

like stains on a favorite shirt.

and bleach could ruin it.

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