there goes that sinking feeling again
bubbling over the sounds in my headphones,
attempting so desperately to remain clean.
just trying to do my laundry,
i spot the dress i was tainted in peeking through the middle of the basket.
my nana's dress.
why is it here? when was the last time i wore this? could there be a reminder any less gentle?
it's so bright and colorful, not at all my style,
but i adored my grandmother so much.
i remember it being a nightgown,
and soon it was just another outfit paired with a green jacket just as long.
those colors clashed, why couldn't i see that?
when i wore it out that night, why couldn't i see your intentions?
before i knew it, the pot boiled over;
it was too late.
my sweet nana's dress,
no better than the backseat of a person
i thought was my friend.
