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Clean

November 23, 2010
By Chelsea1992 PLATINUM, Bradenton, Florida
Chelsea1992 PLATINUM, Bradenton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all."- Emily Dickinson


Lather
Rinse
Repeat
Scrub
Until bones
Are revealed
Shed
What the skin
Concealed
You will be clean
Replenished
Brand new
Fresh blood
Already
Keep on scrubbing
Just look at you
A squeaky clean corpse
Doesn’t it feel freeing
To be so clean like me
He held the mirror up
So I could see
Sobs shook me
Diminishment
Never looked so ugly
I bathed in sin
That night
Grew tougher skin
He shrank back
Inside himself
With fright
He froze to ice
But having skin
Kept me warm within
I love the way I look
In sin
He watches
Immobile
Perfection is frigid
Like him


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on Dec. 26 2010 at 9:48 pm
SpringRayyn PLATINUM, Lakeville, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness too. That was writing."
--Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"

This poem really intrigues me. Those are my favorite types of poetry.


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