#1013879 added July 19, 2021 at 12:05am Restrictions: None
Flushed
Flushed
Words circle a drain to drown.
In your bath, I sink,
Stainless.
Perfection washed clean
From hands that toil
For you,
You consume in this bath.
Unworthy,
I watch the tap open
A deluge upon
My head.
Unable to consume what you call
Your love,
I spill down the channel
To a dark dimension,
Space afforded
Fools like me seeking
True divinity
Only to discover
A sewer runs through
My sentences forming words
Of grief.
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