When I was a kid, I would mix the soaps in the shower and call it a potion
1/3 shampoo
1/3 conditioner
¾ body wash
When I was in middle school, I would mix holy water and the words of the bible
And I would chug it tell it burned my throat
I drank it like it was a magic potion
Like the ones I made as a kid
And then I kneeled in front of the pews
And I prayed with everything in me
And I hoped that God would clean me
That god would make me holy
I would chug holy water and bible lines
Until they mixed inside me and burned a hole through my stomach
Because maybe the torture would make me clean
Maybe that's what would fix me
Just a little bit of pain
To get all that freedom
Besides they all keep telling me that this will be worth it someday
I just need to pray
And then he will fix me
And then it will all go away.
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Where The Grass Grows
PoetryA poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl. These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.
