Washed Away

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Emotional Stream of Consciousness Style Poem

Submitted: July 12, 2018

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Submitted: July 12, 2018



I sit in baths filled with bubbles

Hiding behind curtains

That would be clear

If not for the fog of my breath

The steam of scorching water

Burning away the chill

The dull ache in my weary bones

Floating in a sea of perfection

That breaks with every breath

I wait until the water has gone cold

Until nothing remains but the scum

Clinging to the walls of my heart

I can't hold on to the moment

Can't maintain a relative calm

While my hopes spiral down the drain

Mixing with the salty tears of our forgotten love

I shiver


In a now empty place

Where only moments ago there was bliss

There was warmth

I can't get clean

There is a residue of you all over me

No matter how I scrub

I can't erase you

Your scent mixed with mine

Until I can't remember what I was before you

I wonder if I could fill the tub with my sorrows

Would I soak in it until I drown

I wonder how long I must sit here

Until the curtains clear and I see myself

Truly see myself without you

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