Water leaking
A steady spray
The flush turns into
cleansing power play
Crimson color
After washing
Slowly dropping down
In puddles splashing
Over curves and fingertips
Unforgiving
Dripping away
The act of living
One more bucket
Is all it takes
To flush off
All his mistakes
The chlorine
Surely wipes away
All the palpable memories
Of her dying day
Next comes the dropping
The body now gone
But will his penance
Ever be done?
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Deadly poetry
PoetryBecause words cut deeper than knives, and to combine the two is lethal. A collection of poetry - written over years - about death and dismay.
