DIRTY LAUNDRY

I wiped a dark stain from off his shirt
and what was left
I wiped on my white shirt breast.
Smeared with Blackness,
I washed that stained piece of clothing,
and the color ran
on everything it touched
in the wash.
Blackening everything.
My clothes,
died in shades of Blackness,
I was forced to wear it all
from head to toe,
where it saturated and seeped into my pours.
Covered in Blackness,
my skin was wiped
to soon leave Blackness upon the breasts of another.

Dirty Laundry by Shazza Nakim
Copyright © by Peace of Mind Publishings and with permission by Shazza Nakim