This wound that you left in my life
will never heal;
It's edges,
Crusted, dried and inflamed still itch
And burn
And ooze all over everything:
Our bed,
The yellow chair
Even my favourite wrap dress is ruined
I will never
Wear it
Again.
Inbar Chava Frishman
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