Betrayal
by M. F. B. Porter
A betrayal, harsh and stinging
Lingers in my skin.
I scrub myself with soap
Sear my flesh with water
Anything, anything
To get it off of me,
But somehow
it just sinks deeper.
Everyone who knows,
who truly sees,
wants to offer
something, anything
to erase what has happened
But that’s the thing about
Betrayal,
It’s spiteful marks will
scar the innocent’s heart
forever.
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