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Grand Rapids, 2019

Erase me; out of your memory.

Like old photos,

On a cracked screen.

Does it hurt less, not to see?

Or is this how you put the final blame, on me.

Like all the girls before;

Ghosts of women; joined in misery.

A sisterhood; brought up from wounded hearts.

We all shared some, of your darkest parts.

Ignorantly choosing, to believe a fool.

A hooded shapeshifter,

Living in the shadows; as our film did.

And, when brought from out of the shadows,

I vanished;

Like old film; left in the light.