i washed your hands
in cigarette poisoned wells,
and drew the water
to baptize myself
from the
same pump.
there's no water
here,
there's just
my father drinking
sand in my mind.
he said,
"we all have
broken bones
beneath our bedsheets.
no one can ever be
a saint."
and i washed my sins
in salt,
so i could
never pretend to be
anything.
Author notes
Prompt: 'I love being bathed in the sink - such a feeling of security.'
sorry about the religious aspects, i didn't mean for that to happen. "sin" "saint" "baptized" .. ehh, sorry
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Comments
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"there's just
my father drinking
sand in my mind."
This was awesome. It reminded me of someone's writing which almost made me stop commenting. But this was really that good.
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Very nice and deep
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