f i f t e e n: clean
did you know
that we are made up of
billions of cells
and mine were ash and crimson,
cloudy and tarnished beyond repair
and yours were the colour of a stagnant lake,
flat planes of smooth, uncut surface
ostensibly endless and innocent,
but once my cells collided with yours
i took a swim into the lake
and your water was like quicksand
i could not cut loose from your asphyxiating waves
i could not budge
particles and waste and murky ink
flooded my lungs
consciousness leaving
and you
swallowed me up
spit me out
rusted beyond repair
and you will rue the rest of your days
because i am clean of you
but you will never be clean of me
