Filth
By acidcrys
Dirty inside. Weak and worthless. Hot water pounding against bare beauty. Glances into the mirror, stranger has taken over. Death all over skin filth. Rush of the water droplets pulling me down Lathering soap all over scrub until skin turns a harsh red still, still dirty. Yank the shower curtain back another glance into that abyss narrow eyes, and realise... dont look dirty or dead, only feel... Empty and cold, scolding heat, doesn't warm. Wipe cheeks with back of hands, realizing its tears making them wet, not the forgotten shower running behind me. Sit down in the tub bringing legs close to body, wrapping arms tightly around, gently laying forehead against knees.. and silently crying behind closed eyes..Its not the greatest in the least, but its for me.. so I could really care less. Heh. Life sucks my non existent wanker :) Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 02:36 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Dirty inside...."