I tried to wash away last week-
Scrubbed so hard my skin turned pink;
Scalding water somehow southes me.
Disbelief trickled down the tub,
Reality finally started sinking in;
I just needed to feel clean again.
But oh, how life loves little reminders,
How it laughs at plans and patience;
The razor slipped, my crimson flowed.
Red against the white reflected,
Twisted like an aging barbers pole;
The steady stream just wouldnt stop.
I sat there, dripping wet with questions;
-right answers are returned in ink-
I watched life's revision slowly drain away.
