Resentment

 

You are to take it,

And shove it down

The deepest crevices

Of your heart

And along the lining

Of your intestine.

 

And ignore the

Blood gushing

Out of the wounds

And pooling at your feet.

 

Then you walk away.

Pretend those aren’t your footprints.

Pretend you’ve shed

That skin and those

Finger print patterns.

 

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