Clean
In the bathroom mirror
I saw the shadows, the stains, and
the scars left on my body
after I had tried to grasp onto
parts of you that I wanted to imagine as eternity--
The soap was pearlescent when it came
out of the dispenser;
it was only when the bubbles appeared,
and the lather on my skin turned pink, then red
did I wish
if only forever could feel so slippery on my hand,
a lifetime so easy to wash away.
"Visiting" (Ending Credits)
White lettered
words, names
sinking slowly into
my heart,
not quite pitch black
but close,
as there is no room
for voices, no time
for limbs, no place
for faces,
five seconds
to show each person,
an entire body
abstracted on a screen,
no soundtrack,
just grey.
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