Indelible

The words flew back into the crevices of her heart,

The ink splattered hands spookily looked clean,

It went back into the pot of her memories,

The diary looked new as ever,

What couldn’t change was the mark on her heart,

It was indelible just like pain,

It deepened whenever she met a man.

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