peroxide by meghan lamb

There are globs of white peroxide sunk like gooey bits of mallow
Roasting deep into the dark pits of my skin

I imagine them being absorbed by my face bit by bit
I imagine my face when the red bumps are healed at last

I imagine the way that the absence of red bumps will feel
Your skin will feel much smoother when rubbing against mine

Smooth skin feels softer against smoother skin
And smooth skin feels hard if you know what I mean

And I know you’ll like the site of me with gooey globs of you
Instead of gooey globs of medicine that smells like bleach

Meghan Lamb lives in Chicago where she works, writes, and edits Red Lightbulbs.

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