scrubbing the sink’s gunk away,
she was frustrated with a house
desperately in need of upgrades.
Cleaning couldn’t make anything
stains too embedded
to lessen their hold in her reality.
Stains running deep,
too deep for any mental cleansing…
visualizing erasers working away
clinging graphite pain
couldn’t decrease it’s effect…
mask it with a positive outlook
forced it deeper behind
an insipid smile…
creeping into the light
when triggered by a phrase
or similar event…
she was helpless to do more than
artificially wipe the surface down.