my moUrning routine



Glorious catharsis

drips from the showerhead

memories seep from pores once clogged by morality

a writhing procession encircles the drain

desperate supplications to remain my guilty burden

slowly sucked into oblivion

Liquid catacombs

rushing torrent of regret

proffered from souls submerged in illusions of nobility

once subjugated martyrs freed to quell edacious lust

dawn clothing sewn of wool


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