Hmm... what is this? Practice space for developing writing skills... The venting and ranting forum of the shadowy depths of my soul... My reaching hand to the hurting world that we might come together over the pure feelings of anguish and apathy that the world does not give outlet to other than in the form of repentance or charity (that which they encourage) or in the form of rage (that which is frowned upon). Here creativity sparks, like an old flint. Maybe yours will spark too...
Cleanse
My skin is cold
Water runs over it,
Metallic and hot,
Like being bathed in blood
Drunk the night before.
Lavender soap smell,
Lost lady's perfume, lavender
Aid to eternal sleep.
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