Washing off the dirt.
You can’t see because lint has formed a parade
on your punctured bosom.
Scratches can’t heal until hot water is pebbled
around the edges.
Stinging through the torrential palace
flooded by emotions from cuts that come alive.
Washing off the dirt.
You can’t see because lint has formed a parade
on your punctured bosom.
Scratches can’t heal until hot water is pebbled
around the edges.
Stinging through the torrential palace
flooded by emotions from cuts that come alive.
