fiLth LabeL

i overheard in the hall that was what had happened and something in me snapped.

you’re looking at me with
eyes that are wet
and
not with tears,
but like you

know something about me that
you’re. not. (saying).
((did – they – tell – you??))
i overheard in
the hall (they didn’t
care); that was what had

happened, and
(something) i(n me
s-n-a-p-p-e-d) filled with

confusionragepain, what
do they call this?
((rejection)) –
there’s more to the story but this

is all – that – m.a.t.t.e.r.s
as
memories leave indelible
scars that keep on
aching oh please just
give me an actual way to
washcutbleedburn this fiLth(y)

LabeL

out of me;
throbs more every time those
(i-can’t-take-this) kids
come up and

(“someone told me you were –”)
ask.

((d.i.f.f.e.r.e.n.t.))