60 Grit Poem by Diana Holinski

60 Grit



Your words scraped against my heart
Like 60 grit sandpaper until it was raw and bleeding
And now you know
What's under that cheap veneer

I like the veneer better
Maybe if you hadn't stripped it off
You wouldn't have run away
The secrets of my heart
Still a secret

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Diana Holinski

Diana Holinski

Waukeegan, IL
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