Spotless clean
Like nothing ever happened
Except
That’s not how memory works
And sometimes anger bubbles through the clean shine
We attack back and forth
We fight, no love
We fight, and not a sniff of love
The clean slate should have been growing away
The clean slate should have been keeping the blocks in place
The clean slate should have been unknowing each other
Yet here we are fighting demons under a bright blinding light
Cast from the clean slate we stand on.
I don't even care enough to hate you anymore.
— Cleopatra Shava