Bury all your books in the backyard under the frozen water,
wrap your favorite ones in your nightdress,
set your blanket on fire,
know that the house will never smell of you again
Examine the floor boards,
wipe off your scruff marks
wash the dishes again and again,
again and again
repeat until they smell of bleach and regret
No one will ever know you lived here
Run to a foreign land,
somewhere with a different dialect
choose a country with disinterested inhabitants,
no one will ask you for a made up past
when you convince yourself to stay,
leave this time for good
wrap your favorite ones in your nightdress,
set your blanket on fire,
know that the house will never smell of you again
Examine the floor boards,
wipe off your scruff marks
wash the dishes again and again,
again and again
repeat until they smell of bleach and regret
No one will ever know you lived here
Run to a foreign land,
somewhere with a different dialect
choose a country with disinterested inhabitants,
no one will ask you for a made up past
when you convince yourself to stay,
leave this time for good





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