she scrubbed and scrubbed and stopped.
she scrubbed and scrubbed some more.
then she laughed to the girl staring at her;
maybe they will love me now
maybe i'll be pretty enough
maybe, just maybe i can live among them.
the eyes that looked back were sad
but she covered it more with the red
scrubbing again to feel just like you.
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poetryi like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
