I don’t know how to clean a house
I’ve nearly died
The clothes, the mold, the mirror shows
I don’t know how to let things go
The shoes, the booze, the way you bruise or how it seems we’re born to lose
The dusty cracks, the care I lack, they say for certain my heart turned black
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Dropped spoken word of this on my TikTok!