deep down poetry

unclean

the dirt, it's everywhere. in my skin, in my hair, and in my clothes. i feel like i'm out of my mind.

i scratch at it, i rip and tear at every inch of exposed flesh. i scratch as hard as i can, yet the dirt remains. 

i try a towel, wipe wipe wipe. nothing works, scrub scrub scrub. i'm still dirty. 

i go out and stand in the rain, looking up at clouds. it feels like a fresh breath of air after sinking underwater for hours, i lay on the ground. it feels nice.

open your eyes. look at what i'm seeing, i don't want to be dirty alone anymore

see what you are doing, observe how you are hurting 

moving until my legs give out, step. step. step. step too close.

calmly watch and enjoy the show