the aftermath (III) : wilting still

i have developed

a twitch.

neurotic tendencies.

obsessive,

compulsive

tendencies.

i brush my teeth,

my hair.

i pick,

leaving tiny,

almost unnoticeable

speckle

spot

scabs.

stupid that my

response

creates tangible

evidence of

an invisible

experience -

or maybe not -

maybe it's

appropriate,

maybe it's

the point.

after all,

holding the smooth

hair

and sparkling

teeth

is a once loved

heart

scarred,

pocked,

and marred by defeat.

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