dripping

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Tub water stained red.
I watch the tantalizing crimson drops.
The guilty water washing away my sins.

The things I do to hide my addiction.
My addiction to the sin.

I let my drops consume me.
As I let my drops take control.
No matter how much I drip,
No matter how much I pour.

It's never enough.
I need release.
I need more.

I feel only satisfied as I watch my drops.
I watch them drip beautiful and red.
From my torso down to my bath drain.
never to be seen again.

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