Running water pours down

October 16, 2007
Running water pours down.
Down your body,
down the drain.
Taking with it the night’s
vivid memories,
And the shame that comes only
From an act so forbidden.
Then I could not have known
The sweet juice from the apple,
Would turn to the liquid of the sourest lemon.
And then to frozen lead, just as cold
As the water above.
Numbness sets in, the sweetest of things.
To feel nothing
Is the best feeling of all.

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