Bleach. Shaken, not stirred.

You dragged me to the edges of myself,

got high off the pure bliss

of gutting me.

From the inside out.

..

hours of dry heaving

tells me there's nothing left

of my insides.

You've thoroughly cleaned me out.

Yet. I still feel it.

..

The ghost of you

leaving behind traces of an unwanted

war. between us.

..

I stare at my stained clothes

at the bleach sitting beside them.

And my entire being leans towards it.

To be clean once more.