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Permanent Marker

The warning of sorts, “Permanent Marker,”

Etched on the side of Sharpies

Terrifies her now, but

It was not always so.


She recalls how happy and proud she was,

Before the start of kindergarten,

Helping mark her belongings with her initials,

With a marker that promised permanence.

It was the start of a tradition

That faded out when she cannot recall.


The idea of permanence is discomfiting,

Of smudges, scrawls, and marks

That cannot be eradicated, disturbing.

She imagines a once blank piece of white paper

Besmirched with a picture of herself,

Composed with a black permanent marker

That captures her chaos within.


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