Prose from SHS.
As recounts go, this one is spotted, dotted,
erased so hard the paper is curled, pealing, and full of holes.
trying so hard
moving the lines to avoid the messier bits
when it makes reading straight all the more laborious?
It might be hard to believe, but it is easier;
easier to leave it at vague hints of worse things
than have to lay them bare alongside the lighter ones.
At least then, the lesser offenses have room…