How do you remove stains
when you cannot see them?
Repeat. Rinse. Wash. Dry.
The load is full
my arms are empty
collapse into the thoughts
you discarded.
Say no! No, to the way
you say my name
as if you chose it
and it belonged to you.
It didn’t, you know
I don’t, you know.
Scrub me down
with words.
Eliminate the detergents
my skin is infected
use the water of the universe
to reinvent me
as I walk out of the ocean
as if the Greek Gods lay the path
for me.
I am hollow inside
a vacant island
misguided by burnt lighthouses
keep me alive with blood transfusions
filled with your words.
Christina Strigas has published three books and is currently editing her fourth. She is a writer for Muse It Up Publishing as well as her own blog You can’t break up with a soul mate
