I almost burned down my apartment
Trying to erase the final traces
Of the mistakes that I’ve made.
But my memories only fade,
Like the stupid line tattoo
That took a year to remove.
What’s been written can’t be changed.
Stains in ink as black as sin,
on the page and on my skin.
Washed in water, purged in flames,
The evidence can be destroyed
But my past can never change.
Bringing Mae Flowers 