love_is_the_ink_that_won't_wash_off raze you were on my hands, and in my lungs. you filled and covered every part of me. blotches. dollops. noxious fumes. i tried to clean and purge myself of you. i scrubbed my skin raw. i held my breath until i saw bright red dots swimming in the darkness when i_squeezed_my_eyes_shut. i ran as far as my feet would take me, until my legs could no longer support my body. when i fell, i crawled. when i could no longer crawl, i slept, and didn't dream. when i woke, the world had grown colder, and i lacked the strength to stand. my hands still won't come clean. 130203 ... raze laundry detergent, a clean cloth, and water hot enough to turn fingertips into nonbelievers. that's how you get it out. you scrub and scrub until it's gone. but god, it stings to do that. 150331 what's it to you? who go blather from