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[poem] Squeaky Clean Category: Poems
I like the water pressure high, Mercilessly pounding against my back, Marking my skin with loving lacerations.
Soon enough, it'll rip me open, Exposing my vital organs for all to see.
Tear. Me. Apart.
Let the scalding water invade me And drip down my ribcage. Let my guts spill out And make their way down the drain, Good riddance.
Wash away the blood and the pain, The aches and the brains. Let the stains from the fluid Wash away in the rain. Clean me off.
Remove flesh from feeling, Seperate body and soul. Let me be free. Rid me of what made me, "Me".
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