You know when your face feels disgusting and oily?
And then you buy an amazing face scrub,
It smells like a happy childhood and a bright future,
And the you rub it all-over your face,
And it feels great,
And then you wash it off with silky soft warm water,
And your entire face feels ten pounds lighted,
And it feels brand new?
That's what I want my heart to feel like.
YOU ARE READING
Heart Scrub
PoetryHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
