I laid my Shames-
multitudes of them-
to bare.
Aired them out to dry
in the bright, unrelenting sun,
hung them dripping by the line.
I embraced their Shadows-
muddied, sopping wet around my feet.
Slipping all at once, wholly
into their cool, grounded presence.
And as I rise up,
I can’t possibly imagine
just why you look so horrified-
as I wipe my hands and face
clean, on the freshly laundered
Shame.
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
I laid my Shames-
multitudes of them-
to bare.
Aired them out to dry
in the bright, unrelenting sun,
hung them dripping by the line.
I embraced their Shadows-
muddied, sopping wet around my feet.
Slipping all at once, wholly
into their cool, grounded presence.
And as I rise up,
I can’t possibly imagine
just why you look so horrified-
as I wipe my hands and face
clean, on the freshly laundered
Shame.
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