It has been a mind bending jag
of liquor and pot
Trying to get your stink out of my mind,
two hours after I left and still I gag
Nothing will clean you from my memories,
no time will be long enough to wash your sin
Clutching my life in my hands,
I search
Crawling across the dirty bathroom floor
no lye in sight
Cleansing my sins will be no easy task,
fuck; what was I thinking
How could I have believed you,
bullshit; I know better than that
The water burns like acid erasing the scars of your hands
soap not made for ingestion gags me
Lungs filled with your stench
choking: vomiting your every word
Grasping for relief, I drink the mouthwash, three gulps
no relief in sight
Washing the skin off my body, I leave pools of open flesh
god damn floor; bloody with yesterday’s lust
Writhing in horror trying to flush away tomorrow’s pain
I lay naked in a puddle of my crimes
Bile running from my nose
mixing from the sweat of my eyes
My last fucking cocktail of the night
leaving slumped and breathless, waiting for tomorrow’s pleasures
Author notes
art scattered_by_lucid_ambiguity_atdeviantart.com (Free verse is not my strong point, please be critical with your review if I make it that far)
A contest entry
- vomiting points by Cinnarry.
10000 points, ended October 10, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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