it was a small speck
at first, but she went at it,
scrubbing with the pad,
around and around the sink.
her hands red and raw.
her wrists bent so.
she couldn't get it out.
she cried over it,
telling her husband look,
don't you see it, then
tried again. in time
she forgot where
she lived, her name.
everything that mattered
in her life soon vanished.
but not the spot.
it never came out.
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