"chlorine blonde" & "a receipt found under the wardrobe" by Rachel B Velebny

chlorine blonde

walking on the edges of my feet

along the edges of pools

filled with welcomed bodies

my way is dappled with splashes

from the games I’ll never play 

their performance of pity

makes a mocking echo

following as I edge forward

my feet are cracked with desperation

treading cold concrete for years

until I’m left standing alone

in my own pool of blood

a receipt found under the wardrobe

plastic bags bound for the bin

containing a person

who so offended

she threw herself away

Rachel B Velebny is a writer and poet currently living in Barcelona. She has been published in A Thin Slice of Anxiety, and you can find her on socials @hot_mushrooms.