bubbles up to chin
washing bodies in
soiled water
Did you know that you could
pull the plug on me
watch everything swirl out until
only dirt is left
How many ways can you
fuck the love out of someone
how many ways can you
try to make your lover clean
Only your palm prints
like pond scum
remain on the
porcelain inside of me
You cannot open me up
and scrub it out you cannot
fill the emptiness
again
Watch me wash myself away
scrub legs raw until you are a simple
memory of something spoiled
long before i
shed my skin.
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