with my eyes closed still
i feel the cold water running down my skin
silently muttering a short prayer
that it could wash away the pain and suffering
i always bear deep within
i took my soap and started rubbing it
against my perfectly flawed skin of pale
will it cleanse the harsh marks of the past?
similar to the shampoo i use to my hair,
will it ever purge the sweat that stays hushed on each strand of my crowning glory?
and now that i’m rinsing off these body cleansers
will everything including my dying emotions
go down the bath floor?
YOU ARE READING
in my head
Poesía❝ i bleed ink when i'm lost. ❞ ranks: #141 in billieeilish #49 in shortpoems #262 in poetrycollection
