Stained Letters
They know your face
Your body
You turned on the camera
You let them in
Unknown editors
When they asked for more
You gave it freely
You didn't know
You were a blank paper
They pry for more
To see more
To get more
To know more
To write more
You were drawn to the attention like paper and ink
You let them pour into you
Their wants, desires
Their stains
Anything and everything
You let them have it
You let them in
Stained paper
You press block
It's the end
You can erase the ink
You fight with the scuffs that remain
You shut them out
It's the end
The ink streaks still visible
But you feel their eyes
Their pens
What they saw
What they added in
You let them in
You let them mark
Disfigured writing
Pen strokes of depravity
Are they still in
Question marks, accusations
This what you wanted
You let them have it
You stamped the letter
Shut the laptop
You close the browser
Return to sender
Yet they're still there and you feel them now
It's not real
The paper wasn't there
It's everywhere
You know it is
Your crumpled and folded
No one cares
No one can know
Push it to the back
You were theirs
What they wanted
How they wanted you to be
What you became
A letter of what
Who's your author
Hidden writers of the past
The cover up with normality
The masks made of edits
Erasures not truly hidden
Is it you
Or only forgery
Copyright © Madison Moody | Year Posted 2025
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