Bleached

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Grinning with new teeth
(3 shades lighter than last week)
Bared, ready
To tear throats from necks,
Lettuce leaves from dainty salad forks
Keeping my shaking legs steady
Beneath the skirt of my
White, eyelet dress.

When my room smells
Like swimming pools
I feel less like
I might be drowning.
I douse my floor,
My sinks,
My eyes in bleach
Hoping it emerges, sparkling

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