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Nov 2012
water, cold and crystal
how much until I feel clean?
Refill, refill, and still I see the hurt
the pain and the mistakes are not fading
shower after shower
the stream has long gone cold
skin red and raw,
tropical scent is overwhelming but the anguish is still beating
or is that my heart? are they one and the same?
will I ever be me again?
Can I be refreshed, rejuvenated, reborn?
I gave trust away to a monster who abused it
Who used me and broke me,
I should have known better.
And now it's over, but still
I am covered in the dirt of shame
in the grime of fear and anxiety
in the mess that he left of me.
I need to detox, but how?
Can a nightmare be cleansed away?
Will I ever be clean again?
Alyssa Christine
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